kiana-marieWhisper

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-Two brothers and an angel, / in a 67 Chevrolet- / together a team of free will-
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Jun 11, 2013
-A man and an angel; / friendship till the end, / face their final battle from heaven and god-send.
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Jun 11, 2013
-Sam loves his research / and Dean loves his pie- / but both so love each other
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Jun 11, 2013
Child's Playthistle thorns / and cockle shells / All pretty in a row-
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May 15, 2013
fall // to fall; falling; fallen.Stuttered breathing but no ribs broken. All limbs still intact- / *Could I stand?* Yes. / All motion functions seemed to be in order-all in place-all as they had always been in this unique vessel he had chosen as his own.
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Jun 11, 2013
((in case you ever wanted to learn a bit more about the poet))If I were a month, I’d be **September.** / If I were a day of the week, I’d be **Thursday.** / If I were a planet, I’d be **Saturn.**
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Jun 11, 2013
John*Whatcha' gonna do little lion man? / Whatcha’ gonna do today? / Do not cry-that I had to die
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May 3, 2013
Mary ElizabethOn a stormy afternoon in the middle of December, I awoke to the crash of lightning outside my window, startled and jolted awake. At first, I thought I must be dreaming-why would a girl be standing out there in the rain at this time of night. Yet there she was, as I saw again, the light smashing through the sky again illuminating her windswept locks, soaked to the bone. This, was Mary Elizabeth as I would come to know her-and she truly was a remarkable entity. A dreamer, no doubt was she, as well as eternally cursed with an uncurable case of wanderlust. She dreamed of the mountains, rising high with her spirit into the sky, and was beautiful. In looks, you ask? Well yes, but more so was her soul. That spirit of hers coupled with her kind heart led her to be the one, and remarkable Mary Elizabeth I was about to meet outside my window.
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May 4, 2013
MegThat demon you've asked of? / The one of your dreams? / Yes she's dead Castiel-
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Jun 11, 2013
SacrificeAngels have fallen / and the stars have gone black- / will we ever know if poor Castiel
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Jun 11, 2013
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