Writer's Block

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Does anyone believe in me anymore? Did they ever to begin with? My gift is that of wordsmith But I tend to drift slowly floatfu...

  Saved From                    E X I L E                 Would I be able to catch your wind On my hole filled sails? I t...

   M y soul is cold                                                                                           On the downfeather of go...

There were no ordered steps to his movement. He was jagged in motions; dizzy yet flying. Flowing yet chaotic. He was drifting toward the edg...

What’s left of her dancing distant breaths What kept wept and slept to the left of the white Bright but blue in hue The remnants of what’...

Roses and wine and candles and wind chimes and time and today images of love unlimited present it with prism with woman with the gift of lov...