Blood Rushing To The Head

Flowing from the heart
All the blood in the world
Can’t pump fast enough
To spread the feelings out
And the concentration
All in one place
Is the air bubble
That will eventually kill me

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Ward Clever

I’m a work of fiction come to life, a whore who can touch unicorns, a ghost manifest, a sensitive empath with a dark side, a watcher of the skies, a healer of healers, a lovable asshole, a guy who writes a nice bio. Welcome to this thing. I am a little teapot, and I put my whole self in and shake it all about. That’s what it’s all about.

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