#10 A Distorted Reflection
The almighty and its might. Aren't we all just a reflection?
#42 A Meet
One day my Debauchery met my Sanity. They shook hands. They had a CAUSAL relationship.
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#43 A Passerby
An eccentric bird flew over me today. I looked up, astonished, to fathom who could beat me in my own skies. I followed her, she was fast. We flew together, did some sweet swings, shared experiences. Never did i see a bird of that caliber touch such great heights. Literally! I flew closer to her, both in awe and admiration. To know more. We flew from sharing acquaintances, to becoming friends, to liking each other. At least i did. But. She was the one to explore what her skies didn't offer. Fly with others and more. After all, she was just passing by and I was mounting new heights. Our skies were never the same, they just intersected.
#39 Ticklish Fantasies
She loathed him for he never responded to tickles the way she did. Little did she know that what his body lacked in senses his fantasies outdid. For what appeared as a road full of traffic to her was an enticing golden river for him
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