Poems from The Messenger
Dreams are rarely ever real,
But they have a very strange appeal,
Breaking apart present and reality,
GuIding the realm of sensuality,...
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There plunks another silver wish,
Down into my depths with a swish,
Whispers of...
The bed springs creak as the mattress bounces,
Faking pleasured noises, I glance up to the sky,
A pure white ceiling furnishes my vision,...