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Stay.Just please stay.Keep on the phone;I need you to stay on the phone.I'm so close.Stay please, love.A little longer.A little harder.Laugh my love.I..
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He raised his eyes to the tree tops and watched the light filter through, sending a dappled green cast on the world below the canopies. His armor was ..
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The Prophet cradled his head on his fingertips, the visions threatening to overwhelm him. "From the river she came. The river she'll return." He close..
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Et nos unum sumusAmbulate in umbra sumusAmbules cum angelisAngeli mortisLeva manus ad caelumDa fidelitatisSta in nobis:
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His arms wrapped about mestrong as bands of iron.His eyes were soft, his hands softer,I awake in silenceand he was asleep on me.I didn't want to move,..
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THIS IS NOT MY WRITING. This poem is written by Mary Lambert and is called body love 1&2. I need to share her words, her great message
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A bagelA bagelA chocolate frosted bagel.A bageland moneydropped upon the floor.Lure with cashPink flowersin plain site.A minute an a halfand horrible ..
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Perhaps you are my God.PerhapsPerhapsPerhaps I am simply delusional.
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Mature for content, not really the words.
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My Poetry is horrible,positively borable,simply deplorable.I need to stop,I can't make it to the top.My tears are stainingmy keyboard keys,Please hear..
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