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Machine

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I don't remember the sex...I want to

In the evening In the city Sweet rush of sin and abundance That pulsing beat of business, bars, booze, and bass Anticipation alone makes me come alive again Eve...

Oh How The Forked Tongue Tickles

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If we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination...

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Soul Wine

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Entwined

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Don't Slap Your Reality On Me Like Handcuffs...

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Sup Steemit. I am a long-repressed, introverted quasi-pseudo poet who has let his words sit rotting for (literally) decades in a closed box never to see the light of day...

...and now I am going to reveal myself completely to all you Steemians, strip down and open my gabardine under which I am totally naked, sporting transparent fl...

Cupid's Bait

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Illusions

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Another Mistake

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An Odd Piece

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