Find out why the author says Cupid, god of love, is naked–a philosophy in verse.

I look out, resigned
to the gray light of dawn ….

I want him.

Poem about hugs, sleeping, snuggling, cozy warmth, and love.

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Inside.

Loop-style poetry.

It hurts to know that they were your world but you were not theirs.

Freedom is not a privilege, but a right. But freedom has its limits and can only be attributed to good, so that life can be sustained beneficially within the purview of a person’s needs and necessities, as well as nationally and internationally.

Poem.