the turbulent tributary
of your perfunctory eyes,
i lock as gaze,
with the mere call of your name
that my tongue lubriciously
curls into



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What color is love?


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We. Will. Survive.

With the light of hope in our hands,
let it be a way for us to gather our
collective strength,
unite ourselves in the
spirit of empathy
and stand against the threat
of our lives.
And feel the humanity
that throbs and flows in all of us.

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#intothewild

Downstream in the mid of the brook, suddenly something stopped. No music, no gushing notes, no bubbles. All muted.
PLOP!
Her eyes widened. A dream had fallen out of her eyes on the surface of stagnant time. Her kohled eyelids parted after a damp blink. She saw her shining shoulder in the reflection downstream. Her hair was nicely done, as he would want them to be. Slipping strands over her velvety skin, pecked her heart.

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