Special Clubs and Hitmen

Think of me if you wish to taste

loves bitter sweetness in paste

dripping from your orifice

Flowers wept

on gardens where love slept

my secrets kept

How love can bind thee

through a play of acting

you kept retracting…your true intentions

Alone I stand

still halfway reaching for your hand, wishing to pull you closer, still…

A tear then rolls down

relieving my crown

of the pressures from around

this atmosphere

How does one tell their soul no

How does one say

The woman in the garden, how I feel at least once a day …

By Thais Bosworth

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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