The Tale of Vince Morrow

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I would run home
To pump him oxygen
With my quill
I would rush towards my desk
To draw around him
With my ink
I would paint his picture
With my sweat
I would build his castle
With my breath
When I was fourteen
He was my friend
When I was fourteen
He was my star
I would make life around me
Life around him
I would make feelings of me
Feelings of him
When I was lonely
I would hold his hand
When I was all by myself
I would suffer with him
I would, I would
We would, we would

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The Cuisine (18+)

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When my mouth
Is full of you
When your resolution
Reaches my bottom
No salt is necessary
No pepper is needed
I breathe you
You feed me
I beg you
To feed me
Moisturise you
With my love
Until your love
Moisturises me

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The Secret Garden (18+)

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Peach bras hanging from branches
Straight strong hard branches
Lace lingerie covered by mud
Nasty dirty sticky mud
Wild wild wind over the moors
Mischievous smirks under the mountains
Strength of steel my fresh oxygen
Tenderness of charm your natural nutrition

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The Heartbroken

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I wore a heavy broken heart on my sleeve
Crimson blood dripping to the earth beneath
Black roses grew and blossomed
Anywhere I was present
I must have wandered too long
I must have got my heart too broken
Black roses are everywhere
Black roses are counting into the millions
Was I seeing it right
There were black maple leaves before my black rose garden
As black as my roses
As solemn as my dear roses
The black maple leaves lied so hopelessly
As if tomorrow would never kiss them
Now I see him
In the midst of black roses and black maple leaves I see him
His heart
As broken
His eyes
As swollen
Our eyes met
Our lips too met in no second

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