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Deep from the soul, blood fills our pens.
The words on paper is our focusing lens. -
Listen,
But you cannot tell. -
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When we walk and talk and walk,
Miles slide unseen beneath our feet. -
She sleeps alone, my love, tonight,
While I toss restlessly on the plastic -
happy cry
a waking vision, -
Gliding through the canals of Venice,
experiencing an evening you’ll never forget. -
We have reached 5000, starting from zero. / We were all what we are now; as potential / Unknown and not known to each other. / We rhymed and shared and appreciated / Until united by the contour line into one
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I wrote this years ago.. was suggested i share it
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by when she loved me 17 lines, 2 comments, on Mar 20 4:45 PM 2007. In You and me, Love, Hope, Wish, Gift, Joy, Happiness, Sharing, Longing
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Seems conversations end with a whimper
Your friends speak of their loveby sanch011 45 lines, 4 comments, on Dec 21 6:24 PM 2006. In Personal, Lost in thought, Message, Sharing
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