My harem consists of maiden beauties of words,
Words I impregnate with the seed of my angst,
Angst that is fuelled by my desire for divine,
Divine, the wine that keeps on pouring,
Pouring that flows rivers of solitude,
Solitude that slays the noise in me,
Noise in me the colour of white,
White that is the harem tent,
The tent with maidens,
Maiden beauties,
Just Beauty
-W.E.
lonerloaner 
Just beautiful ❤️
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Thanks Carisa… Excuse the laziness… I’ve seen messages pop up, excited to see your new posts.
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Jinx! I was about to tell you the same thing. I saw in my email new posts of yours excited to read them…. But something interrupts me. I saw this one and said I’m going to read it now 🙂
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Hahaha, sometimes I’d get one whilst driving…. I’d convince myself I’m talented enough to drive at the same time and then I stare at my fate rushing towards me in the form of a big truck and think….ok, you can wait lol. Then I forget to check later
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Me. Oh. My. We better never drive in the same city together. I do the same thing too. We’d make a mess! Ha 🙂
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Haha, lol…
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Love this! 🙂
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Thank you Dr
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