To make sense

I wish you would hold me like you held him Close and tinder Letting your passion run wild Taking me to that level of excitement and pleasure That level you were willing to show him I draw my coat closed pulling close Walking on rain soaked streets Wondering Overthinging Why am I so different? Why…

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I often crave the solace in the noise of the city streets Soulless No one knowing me No one caring Downtown Portland, Oregon As I walk I see faces all around me Many I see every day Most I’ll never see again It’s all the same I’m as invisible to them I like it that…

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