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Paradise FoundSniffing in the bedroom For a scent I knew so well. Everything about you screams desire In your embrace, I'd like to dwell.Paradise Found
Life is obese with burdens Sometimes we suffocate beneath the grief. But fuck it, for one night leave the troubles on the mantlepiece Kiss me softly. Remove the briefs.
The world seems far away, from this little piece of magic where we abide. For too long, we spend lonely. We ducked, we drugged, we died.
No more let us me troubled. - We are saved in Paradise Found. Let's convert the universe to just you and me. &
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Tied Feet?Life. Life is a rush. Life is the doing of things.Tied Feet?
But what happens when your feet are tied? You want to run and scream and shout and life, but they are frozen. Broken. But alive in your mind.
Death. Death is not a rush. Death is not the doing of things.
But what happens when we are young in the outside, but old and withered on the inside? You no wonder whay to learn and play and love and life. But to die is not to be a soul in the sky, a body in the earth or on Martha's mantlepiece.
-To die is to curse these impulses,
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2009Sometimes I feel like I’m born in the wrong era. Sometimes I feel like the 21st Bentury had turned me into a monster -The Frankenstein of 2009.2009
Sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t fall for your line. We don’t know what to believe, in a world where morals are smashed like dinner plates. Every principle broken, every ABSO given, is an extra grate on my shoulder -Grated skin now marks my CCTV’d steps.
Sometimes I think music in the charts is shit. What I’d do to see Robert Plant in his prime - To float Over the Hills and Far Away in something so real. &nbs
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August 17, 1989The beats of Salt ‘n’ Pepper choreographed our steps together I saw him across the hall, in 1989 He smelt of sex, I smelt of heather Cosmopolitan was my drink of choice and Boddingtons slightly altered his voice Ah, his face - covered by a fake mask, painted with alcohol and sleaze But … he still sounded sincere ‘Lights’ by Journey came on, as he took my hand Soft, big hands that suffocated my fear, but kept the butterflies alive.August 17, 1989
Over the night that was August 17, we giggled, we danced, we jived. After two minutes informing me, I forgot his name,
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