sarah-jonesWhisper

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.I painted my face like a clown, / I got on my bike to skim some rocks by the loch. / It was an ungodly hour.
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Sep 27, 2011
A long time a goHe paints his world with soft big strokes of creative love without any idea that I watch in awe like a child. I sit amazed as his steady heart creates an inspiring canvas of experience. / My eyes and smile grow big as I feel to purr in his soft presence. / As I thumble through the memories I have collected, a rush of magic pushes my heart heavy into a sweet ache.
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Sep 27, 2011
asdfghjkl;'Last nights phrases, / The points were impressive, / They stuck out like sore thumbs,
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Sep 27, 2011
BarbraYou walk in to my dreams as though I never ever lost you. / All your faults and doubts have left us and i feel ineffable to be embraced by your presence. / You do not touch me. You wouldn't.
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Sep 27, 2011
Brown Chest NutsShe knows she appears out to lunch / However, she still chooses to speak with her tongue piled up with turkey. / To speak with any other sort of tongue would not be good practise
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Sep 27, 2011
Duck eggHow do I unfurl a truth with the lights out? / You confessed the bean spillage / This tale is arduous when you are as blind as a bat.
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Sep 27, 2011
EsubaI want you to know it was the opposite of breathing to have you inside of me. I would only gasp for air in desperate hope to reach for pleasure to exist within me. Pain would enter my parted mouth like particles of dust dancing in a shaft of deceitful light.I see a glow in yours eyesI secretly try to meet your gaze as I am trying to see where I am going. All I want is for you to offer to hold my hand but you never did see that. I remain patient and silent.I feel a golden penny drop into my experience as it has done many times before. I reach out to catch it. I want to give it to my heart as I am certain it belongs to her. It is clear to me this is the gift of truth I need.The potential promise of this ignites a summers day somewhere lower than my stomach. I wonder of the possibility of this remaining hidden?I now watch the response to my wish for pleasure manifest. I have seen this before.How could I forget this? I ask my self sternly. I breath in contemplating if there is anyway i can prepare for whats been hiding inside of me. I have a tingling familiarity enter me faster than my mind could ever answer. Its heavy. I panic.� I try to some how become tough while I hurt. I watch the coin slowly turning into a dark copper. Embracing this reality thuds inside of me as though the coin it self had been dropped into my heart from a shadowy sky. It feels serious and experienced.It hurts.
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Sep 27, 2011
FoundI am betwixt and between when you leave me alone in this old shade of yours / All sentiments feel so much quieter whilst on an unspoken voyage. / I have one oar.
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Sep 27, 2011
How about them apples?You are my apple and I have a keen eye / on the top of this castle / where I can see all the kites fly
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Sep 27, 2011
IagoWhen are you going to discern what you are made of young Iago? / I'm waiting. I'm waiting for you to espy the fact your nature takes far more than you are ever willing to give. / You have a gluttonous stomach for acclaim and it is this that will govern how you negotiate your efforts of any friendship. It is this that will decipher if you will stay loyal to your promises, nothing else.
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Sep 27, 2011
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