A Glass Music Box

What do people share when they come together? Perhaps it’s a glass of decadence Cheers What do people see when they stare at each other? Perhaps it’s their reflection. Spilling Gears grinding, windows steaming as they both climb into A Glass Music Box

Love – Purest Enigma

What path does love choose Does it choose only to exchange bodily fluids Can it be a simple gesture of thoughtfulness Perhaps it chooses to entwine itself around its lover’s soul Does love exist It’s not tangible You can’t pick it up It has no shape, and you can’t see it It doesn’t make a... Continue Reading →

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