I wake up in the middle of the night and go into the living room. Someone is pulling my wagon, but I can’t see who. All I can see is that I am in the wagon limp, and dead
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Friday, May 1, 2020
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Good night
Sleep now The day Is done Dream now The night awaits Your ship is your bed That will carry you to dreamland Upon the starfilled ocean of...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin...
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Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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