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Her drive follows the rev of the wind  Her faith and love, the wave and tide of the sea. Planets teem to her company when ecstasy calls She knows the chronicle of his madness.
Absolute breathe in the dawn of effervescence Sweet fluidity of ecstasy perfectly perfumed  In the lap of silence 
When I was around sixteen, I became hyper aware of how the boys my age categorized the girls around them.The ones they found attractive were worthy of attention, the others... not so much.
Hey you. Yeah, I mean you. Mind if I rant to you a bit? I know it’s weird of me to ask this,but I need to rant to anyone at this point.
I am a girl. Who feared men her entire life until she tasted one. Her fear turned to envy and became addicted to them and the sense of pride accompanied by their friendship. Pride was the key ingredient in her attempt to conquer.
Stark and hardened is the visage of a man who stands stoic and scarred with hands marred from the toil of his existence ••••• Once embodied more than this worn leather-skinned exterior
I often wonder/When soft fingers grace the faucet,/That graces the bucket,/Whose metal contours grace the floor/Who decided/That sore knees,/Coupled with aching arms/Tripled with hunched, apron wrapped back,/Wasn’t enough./Who concluded that/Sweat
They say that it’s manly to be aggressive, To own a weapon, to smoke, To drink, do drugs, To have many women “on the side,” To excel in sports instead of academics or art, To act rather than think,
Someone wrote on a mirror with lipstickAnd then claimed it was meFailing to realize the utter and total fallacy
The Invisible Lady   This lady paintsHer face without makeupAnd she wears no skirtsOr dressesShe is the eye of manyEven though she publiclyIs the face of distain
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