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Is it useless to run? I went to your funeral and wept like a widow might. But I never could've been your widow, could I? We ran around in fields of flowers and said we were bonded forever. It lasted for a year or two. You wanted it to last longer, and I wasn't anywhere near ready for that.Is it useless to run? by ~Ms-internet-stalker
We parted ways and I grew in different and unexpected places like a hillside of heather, while you carved out a place for yourself to stay in everlasting loneliness. You never married, and I was heartbroken for it.
It took you thirty years to wend your life away, still going on small adventures, pretending I was by your side. I tried taking the world by storm, and I did manag
The Musician This is temporary. This is real. Just keep breathing. You think to yourself "she is an enigma" and she laughs. You tell yourself she is scary, and beautiful, and this is probably the closest you're ever going to get.The Musician by ~Ms-internet-stalker
She looks at you.
She knows.
You'll never know how, but she knows. She wants to tell you it isn't true, but that would make her a liar, wouldn't it? You write a failed song or two about the twinkle in her eye, and the sincerity of her smile. You say "next time" and you probably mean it.
You talk. Big words impress, right? She sees straight through you, though, and her mind can dance circles around your own. You know you'
Ink in my Ears And the truth is that I'm obsessed with ink on the page, and the way it soaks so effortlessly into paper. Your words flow from your lips, and for a moment I can see them hanging in the air like fragile bits of snowflake glass, waiting to float into my ears and into my understanding. Still the words spill, shattering against my walls of prejudice and innocence. These things are not lost with you, but found, awakining my inner child who cries out for a mother long gone that you cannot begin to replace. You ask about dreams of my father and a future I haven't begun to fathom, and I'm lost in the rhythm of movement and your lips. I fear you bringInk in my Ears by ~Ms-internet-stalker
the now by ~Away-From-MeThe Hourglass The silkiest skin under a searching hand,The Hourglass by ~the-lionness
Wrapped around an hourglass without time's sand.
We were told "There is beauty in simplicity"
And so we discovered, brief and frisky.
"Love is beautiful" we were meant to believe.
We feel it in our souls, a guilty reprieve;
Instinct takes over, it's second nature.
(Our first washed out by Sunday school preachers).
We tryst in the dark, just to intensify
Or so we tell anxious hearts, as an alibi.
Our finest clothes stripped from stockings to neckties
Like facades shed before shy but intelligent eyes.
We knew. The children, who wouldn't forgive?
We are the future, trusted as innocents
Totem Animal by *humon
Sta.sh
I've forgotten if I ever commented back.
So now I am.
HI.
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"Excellent!" I cried. "Elementary," said he. - я нравится учатся новую вещи
Luke 12:24†
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I'm with Team Octavius. 'Cause I run with cyborg scientists and whack wallcrawlers for fun.
"When life gives you lemons, gleefully accept the misguided charity and incorporate it into your scheme for world domination"-Unknown
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"My queerness, is not a vice, is not deliberate, and harms no one."- Natalie Barney
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She never danced in the rain, though she had always wanted to. Problem was, she didn't know how.
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I'm with Team Octavius. 'Cause I run with cyborg scientists and whack wallcrawlers for fun.
"When life gives you lemons, gleefully accept the misguided charity and incorporate it into your scheme for world domination"-Unknown
Have cookies cos I appreciate you.
Sorry, I don't know why I've been trying so hard to feed you recently.
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Ask me about barnacles, you won't regret it. (sometimes, it is what you've got, not just where you stick it.)