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My love,
My sweet sweet love,
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Sitting in my rocking chair
on the deck each morning
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forced inspiration
half-lit cigarette butt
by Beata
27 lines, 1 comment,
1 day ago. In other, society, feelings, life, weird, my own style, everything, anything, high
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solitary walks among the rich harvest of
autumn reminds me of your touch
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I have a secret garden
I go there when I’m blue
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How does one live when they barely survive? How do you heal when your pain you hide?
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From the mountaintop of my homeland
beneath the windswept family tree
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Sometimes we feel a little sad But other times we're downright mad
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Take a chance and let it happen Some things are meant to be
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I'm so scared to even speak what I feel, but these feelings are too intense to ignore.
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At first we began to simply talk Slowly and steadily, evolving from a walk
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scribbled layers of society's truth
and endless enigmas of greed now worn
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falling autumn leaves almost hesitantly gone
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reserved looks form hesitations and
innuendos before reaching to know why
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The Vapors
by deep-empty-void
16 lines, 2 comments,
on Sep 20 7:59 PM. In feelings, emotion, despair, vapors, love, happiness, sadness, deep, void, loneliness
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I hear a million voices and only see your face.
The thoughts I collect always lead to you.
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