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If I'm a writer, you're the inspiration I hold dear & if I'm one day, then you're the year.
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An old poem, about a person hiding feelings and such.
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Is it myself?
I don't know anymore
with those fingers reaching
towards the water, dropping
with those pale skinned fingers
and those dark lovely eyes
..
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I hate you
with as much of myself that Ihave to give
I hate you
all because of what you did.
Ihate you
with that stupid smug look on your face
and GO..
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A sequel to "Play with Me"; Fingerling's sister loves to dance just as much as Fingerling loved his toys, and on his one year anniversary she presents..
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We have nothing to fear
and everything to be afraid of
we can race through the air
our shadows black against the asphalt
But, we may be the darkes..
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Such a hard year to get through
but, at least I had you.
Despite all these hard things
I'm ready for what the new year brings
I've got one..
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Whispered words and sweet lips
soft thoughts and tender skin
bed sheets draped across hips
and when words begin,
stumbling over each other
in a fumble..
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My Demons, My Demons
you pester me still
In dreams, in daylight
I don't have the will
to stand a fight
so brutally long
but,
My Demons, My Demons
I've..
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Write me something pretty,
something beautiful,
something devastating.
Write me something passionate,
something pure,
something smooth.
Look me in the..
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