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gossomer thoughts
gently brushing
against mine
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A perfect pie for one who was no longer
a part of her life
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'Tho the stain on my soul,
will be there for a long time yet,
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Wings of power and speed
who ride columns of caprcious zephys
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Gone refrained.. mentally untamed.
Straight jacket.. legs shackled in chain.
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Date: 01/05/13
Time Sent: 5:12 AM
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Blondie liked to party
she never wore a frown -
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Its easy to think,
'things are better in the pink'.
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Poetry is love, Poetry is hate, poetry is every single feeling you can ever relate.
What is poetry you ask? It's a fiery burning knife. When your heart and soul are dying, Poetry is life.
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There is really nothing new to say,
nothing deep, nothing ponderous
by wbiro
56 lines, 6 comments,
on Oct 13 12:04 AM 2007. In Critical
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what if you had the possibility of swallowing my eyes would you want to would you love to would you desire do you spit them out do you leave them where they are do you take them out just so you can look at them knowing i wont
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Bright light shining down / breaking the dark / turning to greys / purity of heart / against the darkest mind / flooded with love
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/ She might have had a long life. / She might have gotten married, / perhaps had children of her own. / She might have been a Grandmother. / Now she would not have anything. / / Now her skin was weeping sore.
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just the cookies themselves,
virgin is what I call them
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Longing to stand in the carmel sunshine,
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Witness Ye,
We ask that the Goddess and God,
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The door is made of wood, inside is something that
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I feel the breath of the Goddess,
in the breeze on my face,
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both are the root and tree, the past and future of the tribe
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still bit of rough of a draft... need to go over it a few more times for mechanical errors...
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The golden three with well-powdered limbs
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Side-wheeler coughing forth,
loath to mourn the passing
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She took her shiny trophy ~ intergalactic gold-pressed latinum
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A group of explorers set out on a mission
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Mechanine, The God of technology,Goddess of Nature, Scenaria by nameAlways at war with one another;Earth caught in the middle of the game.&
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where each drop of rain becomes a tear of reality slipping away
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with wit and charms, she pounces
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Green things are calling, they're singing out my name
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Dappled sunlight no longer reaches the remote corners of her soul.
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Lines artificial Arranged to suit man's needs
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I wonder if they ever knew the exquisite pain of being
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glimpses of the past a tangible history
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falling backwards into the snow soft powder fills the air
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this year is different, no special reason
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Many years ago I looped that raspberry ribbon
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my desperation tears the fragile fabric Of my mutilated reality
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soft powder fills the air arms and legs move in synchronization
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Until she lost her authenticity in his life,
weakened by the bonds of violence, it was
one drink too many
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Candidates eschew attack ads, then feign innocence when one appears under their name
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We could be suffering from global warming caused by man or we might be heading into a chill.
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Tall and lean in a languid pose, an air of eternal patience cloaked him.
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I'm getting too old for this, I know, even my war steed Skylar, is too old.
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None seem to be able to go past the pain of their past, to create a future
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Essentia Whispered Verily...Hylic Interim of Grace Perspective My Only Sacrament...Paradigm Clandestine
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The moonlight fills my eyes As I slowly fade into her presense
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no one to hear if I scream, no one here to plead with
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I know you have a mind and its lovely i'm sure but please
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