It has been a simple truth for me, the realization that even I, the secure, take all I own for granted, wanting more people can end up with nothing. The push of debt, struggling from pay check to pay check, cutting back in times of hardship. The truth lies in front of us: we are the homeless people, the ones living in poverty, the ones that search for the next meal, and in an instant of circumstances, we are the homeless. People no different than ourselves, families no different than our own. The faces that we turn ours from are the reflections of the reminder that we could be there too.
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My lips are wet, tasting the honey of passion. Moist and tender to touch, sensuous prowling for desire. Enter the suggestions I have see...

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If I sat quietly inside my mind, I might be able to pinpoint the absolute. If I stir up the passions and beauty of all that I feel, I could...
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I found my voice! I really found it! The clarity of it all came to me, not in a dream, not in a note, from within me. The power of my ...
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