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Hand job

Mental health is the space between every line on the face of every clock…

tick tock, tick tock...

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Spare Me Queen

Spare Me Queen

The Queen shook the snow globe on her gold plated nightstand with vodka ring stained snowflakes and...

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Instrumental Beat Background

Instrumental Beat Background

Purpose is above the surface so scratch away, I don’t need your opinions but I’ll take them anyway, I’m not...

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The Living Camera

The Living Camera

Indeed,
capturing is a most delicate art.
One’s lenses must study the muse intimately,...

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First Contact

The Dark Forest

First Contact

Universally speaking what are the odds,
A signal received by another race.
Intelligent and...

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On The Seas Of Eternity

On The Seas Of Eternity

I dwell in the arc of a Wave
Being boldly enticed by the Moon
Touching neither Earth nor Air...

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