I am happiest of mortals when I can write, and saddest of them when I cannot. My philosophical mind has turned barren for now.
Daniel
Blocked
Clothed in virgin entourage
My trope-soaked robe keeps them aroused
Singing flitting wide eyed praise
I draw my love from limbs of grace
I await you now my midnight lover
All alone in darkness cover
Abandoning the fine young things
I pray to hear my muse’s wings.
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Perfection
Is
Easy
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