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A milky dream-like sky pouring into the sea, the wind,
Ushering it to empty.
Patterns in sand crafted by angels,
Memories anchored in place.
Mound..
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Light through blinds
Head on the pillow
Shadows of trees
Yellowy tones
Growing like bones
Stretching as far as they can
Breathing and eating a..
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The raindrops running across the window clasping together, growing greater
Velocity
And disappear
Watching them race
Picki..
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Often times
I wonder
I ponder
I explore
But never leaving my seat
Often times
I create,
initiate
I make
But it never leaves the front door
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About an a*****e I still love
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The life of a girl born with a heart problem.
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When I die,don't cry for me,scatter my ashes,in the sea,Don't make me bound,by the ways of the qround,let me be free,to float around
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i irritate myselfso much so that i feel i want to stopstop my thoughtsstop my actionsstop my pulsestop
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I wake up early to be bucolic,to listen to the breeze,when all souls tend to frolic,round and round their dreams.how could you sleep,when all the tree..
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People who have resting b***h face will relate to this one
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