Kevin James Moore

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The foolishness of chasing the moon ached my heart. I was stuck between the moon and the shore and surrounded by an empty sea

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Nobody actually ever does this—escaping through a window

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Trees were made of vibrant green leaves sitting on the shoulders of shy green leaves too embarrassed to show themselves

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Her honey-blonde hair is strewn across her face as she sways her head. She’s working a red sequined bikini separated by a tan, flat stomach, and a butterfly tattoo resting on her left hip. Her legs are clad in black fishnets that run into a pair of white-heeled boots—still a knockout

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Hope distracts you from pain - it's pain with red lipstick on to seduce you