I cannot think of a better way To spend a better day Then to swim in this shade And think…
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And they slap the word to the bridge of your nose and you cross your eyes bursting your mind just…
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Spring is watermelons floating through my open window. Spring is the warm hand of the sun beckoning me into the…
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It is not summer yet, barely even spring. But oh how wonderful it is, sitting in this gasping house windows…
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Pulled by a stranger into this train, I think of what you mean to me – and vice versa (if…
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How shall I explain the thrill such words allow to ease upon my belly? I feel feeling with the word…
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Today I let a baby nod to sleep on my good shoulder soothing it with Longfellow and love painted by…
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you are the definition of sun-kissed bathed in yellow glow, softened by a distant warmth- a faraway home I know…
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For sake of wit, I must decide whether Will is Fate’s, or mine. How would one define my way in…
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I am mine. my skin, my height my gestures, my tongue my odd faces, my odd tastes the way I…