Poetry for a desperate heart — It's different, but I'll count to three I'll close my eyes and imagine myself on a bridge Somewhere in London, Somewhere in London, You'll see me When I'm at my best Dressed for you, I'm nervous Somewhere in London, Somewhere in London Wanna read more poetry like this? Click one…

A Short Horror Story — INT. CABIN — NIGHTFALL Johnny and a handcuffed man by the name of Henry, burst through the cabin door. Johnny closes the door behind them, quickly locking the door and sliding a nearby bookcase in front of the door. Henry stands in the center of the room and watches Johnny…

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Poetry for a desperate heart — He’d eat a punch and I’d eat a punch I’d tackle him to the ground, to allow your escape. Your abuser. He might be bigger than me. He might be…

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Poetry for an anxious heart — I wanna rub on your booty While you suck my... Throw your leg on my shoulder While I suck on your... Repay you with swishes from my tongue From when you…