Youthful souls emerge
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Whispers of Lust
Category: nature
A Bugs Life
Sometimes you're the bug and other times you're the windshield
Rolling Smoke
Smoke rolls from Embers into the light
No Escape
You've taken precaution Bites still penetrate
A coat that shines
Ears twitch at each sound Nose points up Smells all around
Replenished
Through the timber and across the lake Haunting loon cries call ravens begin to echo warn
I want
I want to be deafened by touch Sensing only running chills
