Into The Outside
Candle lit kiss goodnight,
Moon howls hard into the rolling blackness,
Thoughts turn to dreams,
without man’s control, we sleep,
cradled in the hands of our subconscious.
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J.Marie
I am a writer, a musician, and an artist. Words, rhythm, soul, art, flesh, & bones, are the components to this being, that is me. I live to create, and it is my privilege to share with whoever stumbles upon me. Only hoping, "Your creative membrane will swell so much, your eyes will change color.” - J.Marie http://jmarievllc.wix.com/jmarievllc
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