Stay Afloat

  And When I speak of me, I mean you. You and I aren’t all that different. What I want to speak of is the warmth found in the coldest places. Shout that only through losing my way in the desert winters of my journey did I know the heat of summer.  Fires of passion made the…

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Pleasure and Pain

I have developed a strange desire. I beg your pardon for taking such a liking to masochism, but these sandpaper times have worn me down and refined me. I welcome their sting, in truth I crave it. The sweat off my brow has left a thirst for ambition’s sweet nectar. Through the burn of chaffing…

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