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KEY OF D
I used to draw and write a lot. These days, I make music.
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Quiet Fills Your Space
Your lips on my lips, a kiss so lovely, we trace on our skin patterns of pleasure. I wake, mind grasping to hold on tightly to the sweetest dream, my only treasure. The morning is old, but I'm older still. Clicks of the clock echo pops of my own. A drizzle drowned the dawn's dew with a chill that grates at your absence deep in my bones.
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Sighing about thighs sightings
I can't stop sighing about thighs sightings. They're soft, strong, provide support all day long. Sensitive on the inside, rugged on the outside, they're always up for a ride.
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If the sky can’t be bothered to wake up then why should I?
If the sky can’t be bothered to wake up then why should I? In my bed, scrolling through Threads, I can pretend the day ahead isn't full of hatred.
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Silly Rhymes for Silly Days
A collection of silly rhymes, haikus, and random observations. Updated as inspiration strikes.
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"Is it A.I., or allergy season?" A silly poem becomes a full song
A silly, short poem about allergies becomes a full-fledged, humorous song somehow tied to A.I.
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Poisson d'Avril! April Fools, and the downfall of Atlantis
The French tradition of "Poisson d'Avril" dates back to 1100 BC, when France was locked in a wet and salty conflict with Atlantis.
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