

Sunday MorningI wake up next to him, his eyes still shut. Grinning, I toss the curtains aside and greet the sapphire blue sky, and also wave hello cotton candy fluff passing by. To the bathroom sink I rush, because I know in the pipes is a running stream of strawberry crush. At the table are forty-five doughnuts with sparkling sprinkles, But to the bathroom once more to take a tinkle! I find my clothes strewn across the floor, so I dress and promise to see him lots more. Outside Im immersed in the suns rays, packed with smiles I greet this new day. Yes, Im loony, but afterSunday Morning


spirited journeyWhen the spirit painted the sky, A finger tip brush, Wisps of golden-gray clouds. Amongst the turquoise backdrop canvas Below barley fields in its simple splendor A narrow trail thru, My feet are tired & worn But my destination to nowhere Is so near . . .spirited journey


wo ai cha chaSo what if I had to pay, So what if she didnt respond to my text,wo ai cha cha
shes having a blast in penn st. Opening the door to a cooler environment,
paintings, hundred year old floors, and one qing dynasty vase And a jungle growing in my living room. Parents asleep upstairs, the basement is my chamber My time alone. The keys jingle muffled in the oatmeal plush carpet Feet, toes digging in the softness,
CHA CHA CHA!!! Hard and soft dental fricatives, Mandarin, my language of love CHA CHA CHA! So what if people are moving away. So what if I still lik
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"Morning is due to all / To some the Night
To an imperial few / The Auroral light "
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"It's enough to make you go crazy,
I'm surprised I haven't yet."
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My yuri webcomic- [link]
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