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going to pull it over my head pretend its not real.
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An Alabaster figure aching for a run.
The wind swirling heavily, whipping
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A bellowing wind stalks the street walkers' footsteps.
Rain howls with thunderous applause and flashing mid-day sky.
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Hush little baby, don’t say a thing, let me lull you into a dream-sweet bliss.
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Gaze through my prism eyes and you may see my colors
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The stillness of the evening casts a sheen upon the lake
reflections of a sunset are two-fold,
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The morning is so calm and clear
...I hope that no one sees me here!
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Once together, spell has held them captive:
fingers explore, touch and stroke follow;
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sometimes dreams
flee from me
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Death is such
a femme fatale ...
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Happy he was:
a singer of songs,
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run when you can for there comes a time
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by SteveandSon
18 lines, 12 comments,
on Oct 9 10:39 AM. In Contest, Hope, Life, Love, Other, Pain, Thoughts, Sun, Grief, Sorrow, Prompt
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