

MundaneWe rise up to the glory of the mundane Embrace the commonplace for its complacencyMundane
And find ourselves refined by its ceaseless waves.


ConsumingI left ash for fire, Flames licking flesh, Consume me, yieldless And yielding his power. Wrap around me Rich, ocher flames.Consuming


VoiceI can't get your voice Away from my thoughts. They argue, The me you wantedVoice
Me to be, And the me I really am.
I wish I could Hate you for that.


The FayWe can't see them, Walking under the water, But their footsteps echo As they dance over the rocks.The Fay
We hold tight to our dreams Embrace the night
And hide from dawn,
But these little ones, they care not.
They are the whispers in the dewdrops The laughter in the wind through branches,
These tiny ones, magical and wild,
The Fay.
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When I was little, I wanted to a professional writer, cartoonist, film-maker, world champion boxer, Power Ranger, Highlander, and game designer.
I have since scaled back my expectations; I understand and accept that one must be born a Highlander.
how long has it been again?!
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Sexually deprived for your freedom, cherish that which I am suffer from.
Profanity is a feeble expression of the mind.
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Sexually deprived for your freedom, cherish that which I am suffer from.
Profanity is a feeble expression of the mind.
worked out well enough for me...>>
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Sexually deprived for your freedom, cherish that which I am suffer from.
Profanity is a feeble expression of the mind.
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