The deepest,
darkest
rises in the fog,
burned away -hidden desire.
Oh, why feel
so free
behind the screen?
And how our creator
tapped into the sensual,
leaves us mourning
the loss of soul.
thoughts: they come
thoughts: they come
The deepest,
darkest
rises in the fog,
burned away -hidden desire.
Oh, why feel
so free
behind the screen?
And how our creator
tapped into the sensual,
leaves us mourning
the loss of soul.
Should I say……. Exquisite lines?
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🌚💕💕 love this!
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Good morning! Here it is morning… and wonderful to know your thoughts! 💗Read another’s poetry this morning and grateful it woke me up to create my own. How are you? 🌏🎶
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