creative writing
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Never have I been the least bit sane, Nor have I feigned to ever be. When I hear you say “Stay within your lane.” Well, that just doesn’t make much sense to me. Because I have no lane, love, I’ve the road Going in both directions all at once. You see the path I’m on…
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The young pale moon reminds me of your eyes.Your lips, my love, the reddest kind of rose.Your smile reminds me of my highest highs.Your silken hair, a river, as it flows. How do I measure to such loveliness?I have my wit, my charm but little more.How do I woo a creature straight from Venus?When I’m…