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She kept pulling me down..
We were identical. Her hands clutched mine. The same familiar smooth strong hands were cool, were...wet?
We were submers..
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Sunday night has a frisky feel, especially when tomorrow's a day to play. No school, no appointments, no where to go.... Every reason to stay. All my ..
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Free Thoughts... As always on the fly... with Mulan playing in the background...
and kids fighting in a tent....:)
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Sometimes I can feel the world. It vibrates through my soul. I know that snow is coming... Even though the weather out is merely overcast, yet it is u..
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He is unsure.
I know why.
I called him out.
Told him everything would be okay.
I knew what it was about.
A friend I could be,
wholeheartedly..
..
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In any given situation.
I am apt to be
the instigator
of its creation
and the snow ball effect
starts happening.
And why is there this black sol..
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1/18/2012???
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Snaring the prey,
a rotten scowl on his face.
I sit back and gaze,
entraced and amazed.
The change of a jackel
His hackles
climb high.
Ridges o..
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Just the very tip of a toe.
Barely any contact.
Just a skim of a nudge.
And what was calm clear and plain,
becomes another form,
comes to l..
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The day has started
something new brews
a thought bursts in a thousand directions.
A mind is amused.
The sky is clear.
The sound reaches my ears...
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