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Creativity, , she is a goddess; she is my first kiss on repeat, a statement, an expression, a representation, an art form and a handshake with the unknown. She wears no clothes and kisses me as she speaks. She is a tease, always devilishly flirting with the criminal aspects of night. The apple of my eye, yes, but sometimes I am seeing oranges. She is underground. She has rung the doorbell and is waiting for an answer. She is a strong embrace sucking all the breath out of my lungs, turning my face blue and leaving me out cold. She’s got the noose around my neck.