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Let the Spanish Inquisition fall upon your hips, and your feet move like gunshots in the night. Let your breath escape as laughter while your whirlwind waist twists and twirls. You're so fucking free, and it shows in the way that you don't ever miss a step. I've heard music, but this was the first time I saw what her face looked like.

He does not ask the forest to witness his courage. He walks where roots remember and leaves forget. No drum announces him. No crown waits on his brow. He carries his law in silence, and silence obeys. He was never meant to bend for meat, never shaped to dance for approval. What he takes, he earns. What he keeps, he guards within. Alone is not...

What do you do? With the thoughts, The feelings How do you begin to understand how to help? Someone you love, dissolving in their own sorrow Because the unthinkable has become real How do you keep them afloat, keep the world from crushing them? How did Atlas do it? Their pain is mine, their hurt my own I adopted it when I chose to love them But...

The Iron Cage** Within a prison built of bone and sinew, He dwells, a captive, where no sun shines in. His flesh, a battlefield where armies clash, And joints, once fluid, now are bound in ash. Psoriasis, a crimson, crawling tide, Leaves burning trails where life should freely glide. Arthritis, with its gnawing, twisting grip, Has stolen...

You may not be able to see me, but that does not mean I am no longer here. You may not be able to touch me, but that does not mean I am gone forever. The physical world may know me to be dead, but I am, in truth, very much alive – more alive, in fact, than I have ever been, In ways that you do not understand. You think that I am unaware of how...

the town had just come into view as the western sky turned a brilliant blue he pulled up alongside a prickly pear lit up a stogie and rested his mare how long will this beauty last he'd wonder the calm was hushed by distant thunder no time to dawdle as the blue went gray it's rollin' in fast best be on our way the echoes roll in the western...

How can you love when hate's all you've known? How can you arrive when the chance has flown? Love feels so distant, hard to comprehend; When words lose their melody, and rhythms won't blend. Without a guide to show you the way, Will you wander in circles, lost day after day? In a world without maps, where paths intertwine, How do you find...