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A moth ate my clothes
But I didn't really mind
'Cause he said he was a butterfly
They call him reckless, wild and free.
Drift above or beneath the tide,
He's lost yet grins at all he sees,
They call him reckless, wild and free.
Sail or sink where no trouble be,
He laughs where they thought fear must hide.
They call him reckless, wild and free,
His journey waits on either side.
Part 3 of Misty's Journey
 Apr 7 JRF
Morgan Zslnka
Would you still love me

- Seeking Affirmations
 Apr 7 JRF
Morgan Zslnka
To be desired
To be craved
Lavished
Explored
Smelled
Tasted
 Apr 7 JRF
Morgan Zslnka
Silly silence
Lack of enthusiasm
Quiet responses
No engagement

- am I hard to love
 Apr 7 JRF
Ari
~love~
 Apr 7 JRF
Ari
Stupid,
stupid,
stupid
love,
the
reason
our
world
is
tilted
but
also
the
reason
the
world
is
still
right.
We go crazy for love, but that’s why it’s so beautiful. It’s taken me awhile but I truly understand now, love is truly everywhere, even in the way we simply care.
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