Looking through and sifting through
my memories wondering which
are worth keeping and which need
to be tossed. Debating and waiting
to see if I can find the light of the candle
in my head for it is so dark I can't seem
to find a thing. Yet there is a quiet peace
up here in the world of thought and
imagination. This world is full of my
memories good and bad, sweet and, cute
hot, and sexy, kinky and twisted. every smile
and frown can be seen from up here in
The world of my thoughts
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