I don't write. I create.
Who is Unieeeq? Who is she? What is she? Who she be? Who she be?
I’m the bird of flame.
The tiger in the heart.
I’m a tsunami in the artic.
The blue star amongst the art.
I know not how to speak or to write, I simply think!
I’m not unique, I’m Unique…
What is celibacy?
Why do you fall over and expect someone to help you up?
Why do you drink whisky from a mug and not a glass?
Why do you think about me when you’re lonely?
Why do you think about me when you’re cold?
Why do you think about me, as if I exist? I died a thousand hours ago.
Cherry in my smoothies.
Cherry on my lips.
Cherry kisses for my new love.
My new love…
The sweet sensations you deliver to me, through conversation and genuine talk.
Cherries in hand, a squeeze or two with you.
Cherry.
My future love he exists.
My heart is healing from fake love in the near past.
Love is near.
Cherry.
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