A date with Red
You bring welcomed warmth to an old tense frame and my muscles release until I am dough. You are the devil, feeding me the illusion of beauty with no exhaustive substance to show. Just a beautiful manipulation that cuts through sorry truths- so untamed. And I retreat to my shell and take your glamorous hell, enamoured, too willing and unashamed.
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Roddytime2016
I love music, writing and any kind of creative outlet. It reminds us we're not alone in what we're feeling and what we see. For too long I've suppressed creativity in favour of a stable job. I'm bored now and need this.
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