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Ricotta is quietly becoming one of my favorite cheeses

Secrets An ominous night Calm but dreary Dreadful drops of chill Air moist with terror & thrill Disguising the secrets we hide Taking our next fateful ride Loud luxury screams in our ear Our fate doom scrolled to fear — Was there Life on Mars? I searched for love at bars We leave ourself at home Our comfortable crime Lost in time Rotting our mind Devices Devine? The vocal few that we hear The silence is our fear True Intent in action waking souls begging to fracture

Moondom Kingrise Whimsical in Nature Drinkable in Youth Adventurous Spirit, Toil, & Troubled pursuit The yearning to grow at any cost And copy our models to seek the truth Earthly dwellings meet open pastures Our lives were never meant to be mastered The river of youth flows on & on The chaos & butterflies often intertwine To stand on the ground that’s just yours & mine The curiosity to look behind the veil To strike a spark of our own lover’s tale Caught in the act & lost in feeling Age hasn’t taught us what we know in spirit They stomp our fire hiding from fear Free at last we declare As we stand all alone queer in our underwear — Our denied connection is a failure to pursue The same path as our youthful companions Our childish attempts to fire the cannon Watching other lives through a hollow lens The vision is blurry for the voyeur at his ends Our action is honorable amongst thieves And our adventure worthwhile in the end GAMES OF MAKE BELIVE ARE MORE THAN JUST PRETEND

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