consciousness
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In the dark night we ponder That’s when our mind wanders, That’s when we go more deeply In the moment when we’re more sleepy, We self assess our life we’re living Wonder how much more of ourselves we could be giving, We reflect on change and loss And we then gauge the cost, It tends…
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The beauty of you Your smell and taste, I’ve become attuned to I love how you grind, And how you writhe When I make love with you, I love the way you arch your back And how you never ever lack, The ability to surprise me How you make love and lust, Rise up as…
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She’s abstract She’s art, A masterpiece She’s class, She’s priceless She’s a one off, An original You can’t get enough of.
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The sun goes down A burning red hot sphere, And soon with its descent No light will shine here, All will be cloaked in darkness Then the appearance of fear, Will we ever see the sun Ever rise again and appear, Or is it one second to midnight And is it we don’t understand, That…
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I cry for suffering And I pray for the weak, I witness the oppression Of the vulnerable and meek, I dedicate my life To supporting what’s right, Standing up against those Who use the power and might, I try cast out darkness Using the universal light.
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Violence isn’t beautiful And deaths not pretty, Anyone who thinks so I can only truly pity, The arms on our bodies Are the only arms we need, Weapons of destruction Only serve the men of greed, Money made from killing This money made should be a crime, We need to find an answer to those…
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War is not sexy Sex don’t sell arms, The propaganda on death Violence, bloodshed and harm, Can’t be covered up by Beautiful tits and ass, The destruction and bodies Will always last and last, Like the blood on your hands And the guilt of your crimes, To try to distract from this brutality Is just…
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Craving the warmth Of a long deep hug, Makes me full of yearning I feel that I need so bad, Within me it’s burning, We all need that connection We all require that affection, Wrapped in the warm arms Of a companion, Is an important place to be.
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Sirens wail And background noises amass, Is the some kind of trouble, a a fight or a crash, Our imagination runs riot as we image the scene People everywhere among the police, When we hear sirens What can it mean, When we hear sirens It’s a troublesome thing.
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She has deep red lipstick And luscious lips, The kind of one’s you yearn to kiss Tasting like they’re cherries, So sweet and delicious Nothing from them could ever be malicious, I love fulsome lips that to be kissed An experience that nobody should miss, Yeah I love delicious, kissable lips.
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