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Picking up yourself, not picking up after yourself!
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I would press reset;Every time you messed up.Because everyone deserves forty two chances.
But you were forty one and three quarters the way.And at th..
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Luke 18:10-16
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I reckon as we lie under the canvas sky.
Each a'body parallel to the other.
When you ask me what I want to be.
"A writer, you know...", I confess m..
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In the frosted pewter
frames,
Hung against the walls of my heart,
Our memories I preserve.
Black and white,
shiny eyes and ivories.
I am..
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There are no bows, gift wraps and glue,
When my introvert mind is Pandora's box.
Loosen the ropes at your own expense.
Monstrous butterflies may hu..
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Cool against my skin,
As I explore your lattice.
A pious act.
You don't scare me mista;
Even when you catch fire.
Naturally,
I crave a little bu..
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Rhymes, perfume and gin.
Compelled by a siren vixen.
She summons you to stay, despite,
Her chastising pleasure she won't respite.
A dreamer's plig..
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Arrested by her vulcanite coils.
Red ruby chains and diamond spoils.
Bewitching smile denuding fangs.
Fierce brown eyes guarded by her bangs.
The ..
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You would that I sit patiently,
With brush in one hand; palette in the other.
Recalling primary colours,
Conceptualizing your shades and tones.
Pe..
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