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From all around this big ol’ world,
send light and love to our Juls girl.
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Ocean wave
captured my heart
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I stitched and patched this broken heart ...
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As wind splash with the sea,
I walked while rain whisper around
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The world that lies awake unseen. The colours of my distant dreams,
by complic8ed
29 lines,
10 hours ago. In Pain, Dark, Contest, Fantasy, Abuse, Death, Lost in thought, Emo, Abstract, Escape
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Far and then farther away
Moonlight hides in frolicking game
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I wandered around the corner and came face to face with a grizzly bear
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The feelings of your sound, a stutter when you breathe, a glance from a far, the red of your cheeks.
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I'll give it a try be easy on me lol
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Just what she wanted
On granddaughter's face
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Unshackle me from these shackles, let me be free
Liberate me from this fear locked inside of me.
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Wordsworth wrote,
"Trailing clouds of glory do we come,
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On cold nights somewhere
Christmas dreams never happen
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From birth, we are trained
To follow tradition.
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We receive the same education it is quite relative across the board
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Basics
1.) My favorite fruit I would say has to be mangos, they are so good, espceially in smoothies and stuff like that. My least favotie
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by SweetDeadGirl
11 lines,
11 hours ago. In Abuse, Adult, Angst, Contemporary, Contest, Dark, Erotica, Fantasy, Hope, Humor, Life
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christmas tree shines bright
on this very holy night
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No amount of knowledge they teach,
will ever take it away.
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majestic eagle
takes to flight
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eagle lands upon tree limb
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beads of water form on dry leaf
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raindrops strike parched soil
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pitter patter raindrops falling
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There are twelve inches between heart and mind
both effected in matters of romance,
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We are all human All imperfect
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This must be the place:
Here is the requisite reek of rank antiquity
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As I stare through the window of my house I do not wish for a white Christmas
by Xqsnr
42 lines,
1 day ago. In Abuse, Angst, Other, Pain, Sad, Society, Thoughts, Dark, Life, Love, Contest, Family
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When sonnets prance upon a page of writ the poet's pen will quiver with delight.
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The leaves tell me this is real...
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