Where you see rain I see pots of gold.

I do not ask to be joined,
Just set free to do.
I do not demand that you hear,
The beautiful song, that beats in my ear,
I do not expect for you to feel,
The beat that I dance to, that is so very real.
I know you cannot see,
All the things that make me free,
All I ask,
Is that you let me,

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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