Time sounds so loud in the hush of night slipping into the unknown
Tick tick tick into the uncertainty of a tomorrow not promised
Ticking to nowhere, nothing, everything and something
Time, as fragile and fleeting as life, a moment lost never regained
Here in the dead of night, I steer into the darkest surrounded by the ticking sound of time
Wondering, where does it all go
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Women have truly been the bane of my existence; I have a perpetual love hate relationship with them – the love part being highly fueled by ...
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Every weekend over the last few months has been somewhere between good - great; with some "fucking mad" sprinkled here and there. ... -
She pins my hands against the wall, I'm disarmed and weakened by desire. The nakedness of this well sculpted caramel goddess now on mine...
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