Stolen Moments
how cherished these stolen moments as we find ourselves, hidden beneath boundless waves of sweet intensity willing convicts to the rhythmic beats of our desires, unrestrained boasting with such decadence as we, soar above cotton clouds immune to the clumsy hands of time itself how cherished these stolen moments of sheer blissful madness…
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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