molly, we've met before; i know you don't remember it was a wild night- but i think about you the gated fence the old school diner & the watching naruto until midnight. molly, i'd like to visit again, maybe on a weekend i have off or at the next festival just for a few hours
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third arc
i think it's the butterflies the ones in springs & the ones in my tummy when i fall hundred feet from the sky into your lap; eyes rollback when i have your body back
sleep paralysis
demons snicker in the light & curse in the dark; they've never cared for those they share beds with always so loud not one to let their partner rest
wraith
you had a chance to portal back be a liberator now you're a vengance seeker with a missing eye
new world
i know you are going through it it's okay it's just some waffles
lost & found
it's been years but it felt like yesterday when you met my eyes
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i've known for awhile that it was you; just in denial, not gonna waste any more time telling myself any different
something sweet
i want to want; a fantasy with dessert maybe a concha i want that
floating stallion
i see you with both eyes: i never noticed something never unnoticed the wild nature a homerun swinging cager it was nothing major just an all in wager your spirit will be with me inspirit. i'll never forgive this world if they take these eyes eyes; that have seen an angel~
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a moment, sweet & short capped off with a drink~ a moment we made love with a moment untouched by the outside world that lives like a stallion in open fields
Saint's Muse 