The world's just a game
Played out in the playing fields of your mind
A game not played with any ball
A game of thoughts and dreams and actions
All mapped out for us all
But by whom and what for?
Does anyone know?
What is for sure is we are all in it
Acting out the plot all layed out for us
Not knowing what lies behind the final curtain
And how many times we will be playing.
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My Poems and Stories
The Words that come into my head, for i am a vessel of there existence.
WARNING: These stories are sexually explicit, so please do not read on if you think that this may not be to your liking.
No reproduction without permission Copyright Tina Avis
WARNING: These stories are sexually explicit, so please do not read on if you think that this may not be to your liking.
No reproduction without permission Copyright Tina Avis
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