Furious waves are dying. The gentleman in me is fading like a light. You carve out the tension and slowly I am denied. The more you take the less of me you receive.
You are not who you advertised. I remain calm as I construct a devious plan. I hold the wind in my hand. I have a defense. I made sure the world knows. Apocalyptic and cryptic I will speak. Repeating my words is not a option.
You use the word love but don’t show it. You use words you don’t express. The storm in this jungle has elevated to a hurricane. Patience is running thin. You love the image. You love the facade. You don’t love me. Say it. Admit it.
Storm of Ink 
Your words are bliss
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I feel like I have a big fan ❤️
Thank you
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Fan? Well..I dont know about that.
But I do enjoy your words!
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lol thanks
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I really like this one. Nicely done.
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Thank you
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Nice
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Thank you
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… did you meet the woman version of my BF?
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No I did not lol
Am I suppose to?
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… at sometimes I think there’s no other possible explanation for these similarities…
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Well I have a thing for seeing the world from others eyes in my writing. It would be boring if it was always from mine. Correct?
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