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"i couldn't make a move without making love"
He has always been my muse, I just never realized it until now. (K.G)
A new moleskin for each new year
Write down everything and everyone
Secrets are your truth
A new moleskin for each new year
Write down everything and everyone
Secrets are your truth
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January
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- a thin green candle...
- Judgments of sentiment and taste
- OH! HUMAN JIGGSAW PUZZLE
- 1040 miles/hr
- Waiting
- mother may I?
- Month 11
- Lovers I had and liked
- When They Say Repent
- premade whiskey and cokes.
- Blinding Light
- Sometimes When
- You only eat oatmeal now
- Trickery
- April
- swahili love poetry
- Is This Real Life Anymore?
- Open The Car Door So We Can See (for Bethany Jo)
- rock n' roll
- and ya don't stop
- I guess it's because there's a moon out tonight
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