I always followed the smell, some say the wind, or the birds The scent always came first for me, always an invitation of jasmine and...

All the right questions, same answers Same means to an end, same end of a bottle to the same bed I can hear the same song in your voice,...

Oh my body, How you speak Telling me of each ailment That I need to treat You speak loudly With your chest proud Making sure I always...

Pretty, Pretty Privilege Such a blessing, I'm told, To be found suitable by any warm body, and to never have to go to bed cold...

The sea was always an unknown. You never knew if you would eat, stay dry, or find shore. It was always easier with an anchor, though. To...

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