Craving escaping from moments of waiting! Waiting and wondering and pondering still. The waiting remains in silence and hating,  A waiting against my will.

Sour Drop Dream

A line of youth are seeking, A child’s gaze a peeking. As tingling lips are leaking, On a face that’s far from speaking. Sour drops shoved in his mouth, More than that which I can count. An aching jaw that can not close, But this is fun and that he knows. Aspire to be like... Continue Reading →

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