breathing fire
wasting time
long long journeys
adventures in space
creative thinking
single, mingling
heated nights
safe, late, tight
bring it home
call the dog a wife
bring your fears
or bring your trife
no such thing as losing life
when I write I hear beats in my head, I write to the rhythm of my internal drum. sweet like sugar, and raw to the bone. ;RAWSUGAR;
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