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The sweet scent of memories mingle with the present.Our touch sparks sensation,charges with slow steady motions,fingertips,to lips,hips to hips.Eyes d..
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My Philosophies
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Fleeting in a tornado of color,thoughts whirl, surfacing,taking deep breaths.Randomly they flow from lips,eager to release.Rapid speech does confuse..
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Each call of Hope,gut wrenching,when hope has been lost,yet, you possess it.The inkling of the possible,a smidgen of optimistic doubt,hoping for hope,..
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The soul has two sides,coexisting in harmony,the black and white.The gray so often exposed, for we live in the gray.The balance has a color,it is wher..
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She does not wander far from home.In her breath resides our hope.With open eyes to see nothing.Eyes closed, mind reveals there is more than is shown.T..
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I have many philosophies.So many, it would fill endless pages.Let me express one.Worry.An impossible stench in the brain to avoid,it travels through t..
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Roaming through any offered medium,she breezes into open souls and pure hearts,giving them flight.You know who she possesses,just take her outside,wat..
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I have seen, felt, squeezed, captured, seized…I have plunged my hand whole,clutching the heart of the wicked,crushing the depths of their soul,..
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The weather creates my mood,Blanketed, the sky weeps for the Sun.The cloud ominous weight sends lead to my heart,My heart, laden and sagging,The rain ..
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