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Casket rackets, coma catch a comb over cold, sold the womb to a place signed off as a cot, by a cradle, that’ll rock, but heavier a feather, due to its nature, like a fluffy ‘leave’, weaves its texturing that texts the messag
by LeanneBridgewater
5 lines,
on Aug 10 3:17 PM. In age, scenile, effects, arthiritus, forget, old age, move, fastness, Pain, Nature
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Her ancient van produces rumbling noises.
Everything is second hand, as her life has always been.
by Natsu
19 lines, 4 comments,
on Oct 12 6:11 PM 2008. In Travel, Motion, Move, Thoughts, Contest, Life, Nature, Birds, Sunset, Sunrise, Happy
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Twisting gracefully, suspended above reality.
I throw my head back.
by thundershushed
16 lines, 2 comments,
on Jan 9 9:01 PM 2008. In Angst, Fantasy, Hope, Life, Love, Nature, Other, Sad, Thoughts, Weird, Smoke, Move
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