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Love is second hand smoke Poison Its greasy fingers grasping your lungs Robbing you of every last breath…. But You like it.

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Nov 5, 2014

Nov 5, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC

Love is...

Love is second hand smoke Poison Its greasy fingers grasping your lungs Robbing you of every last breath…. But You like it.

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And amid the rhythmic song of the crickets, the trickle of a departing storm, and the quiet lull of Chopin’s Nocturne No. 1 in B flat, the screech of an unruly vehicle is heard, yet it is off in the distance and only slightly interrupts the dreamer’s dream. She sets her thoughts free so that they may swirl around her mixing with the wetness of the day. She is peaceful as is the chilled air that nibbles at her skin causing her hair to raise, but she likes it, for she grows weary of the thick, exhausting heat that has so frequently plagued her soul. Dreaming is, and forever will be her one true escape.

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Nov 5, 2014

Nov 5, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC

Dreamer

And amid the rhythmic song of the crickets, the trickle of a departing storm, and the quiet lull of Chopin’s Nocturne No. 1 in B flat, the screech of an unruly vehicle is heard, yet it is off in the distance and only slightly interrupts the dreamer’s dream. She sets her thoughts free so that they may swirl around her mixing with the wetness of the day. She is peaceful as is the chilled air that nibbles at her skin causing her hair to raise, but she likes it, for she grows weary of the thick, exhausting heat that has so frequently plagued her soul. Dreaming is, and forever will be her one true escape.

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Longevity Inevitably Gives Character.

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Jul 20, 2014

Jul 20, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC

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Longevity Inevitably Gives Character.

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