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A tree stump plays an interesting game.
He sits, or squats, because he has lost his ability to
stand.
For years he gave way to distraction, gro..
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I wrote this in about 10 minutes on tumblr, so it's very rough. It just kind of happened. hope you enjoy.
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Thrills
Are what we seek
What we need
What we’d like to define us
Because
Sitting at home
Quietly
Is a poor excuse of a li..
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We are nothing without culture.
We are nothing if we are plain.
We are nothing if we are ordinary,
if we are not unique.
We are nothing ..
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I am a failure
Because I am
Happy to be
Me.
I am a failure
Because “Me”
Does not mesh well with “They&rdquo..
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He got lost in it. Every day. A maelstrom of emotion
tuned perfectly to the ivory. Each new tone broke something in him, yet with
every chord, somet..
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Time travels and
lets us grow
lets us see
lets us choose
paths we wish to wander.
There are many small wonders which
we observe from..
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She's got her window down, hand outside
and the breeze is tossing her hair, lightly aside
and its not the first time that i find her
beautifu..
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I'm tying pieces together.
The charms were off the rope,
which came unclasped so long ago.
When it all came apart,
many fell listlessly to..
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Peaceful nights ride to earth on the tails of a storm's
last raindrops.
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