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It’s tough sometimes trying to refill your own cup of positivity When no one else but you is there to pour or hold your cup steady
By J. Apollo5 years ago in Poets
When kindred spirits meet Spark fly wildly Magic is made Angels whisper And the sound of their energy crackles crisper When kindred spirits meet
You and I cannot be. For you would ruin me. As a cancer man, the desirable energy you wield is palpable. I can taste it feel it in my mouth.
