white noise. white space. blank canvas, no mark or trace. so many ideas, so little time. thoughts in my head to make rhyme. piece together and stitch one by one. left in solitude, some artistic fun. paint brush and pencil. computer and pen. words a plenty, let's make more ten. artistic mind, I see all you lock away. spill your guts, don't waste another day.
I'll write till my death and I'll create till I die, I'll spill my guts to all and no one, but to them I'd lie, lie, lie.
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words kept close and spoken in the dark [POETRY - Completed]
General FictionMATURE THEMES THROUGHOUT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. A collection of my best written prose pieces, some inspired by existing fiction, some original. [COMPLETED]
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