Writings
I don't write. I play
with the words. In
an ocean of words,
I take the plunge,
and reach for the
seabed, touch it and
my story finishes.
(please click on the pictures to read the poem)
with the words. In
an ocean of words,
I take the plunge,
and reach for the
seabed, touch it and
my story finishes.
(please click on the pictures to read the poem)
Acceptance, Sexiness
Who am I?
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Sexy Sleep
The Silence of Jack Nicholson
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