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tim-bentley
tim-bentley
stop this spam please.
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
Untitled
we just hit it off .... click you get me like no other .....click we talk for hours....click you are more lovely than love ...click you and me we..... click but now you are no longer , and I sit here with this gun .....
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
Click
Take a walk with thyself softly, secretly an hour before the dawn thy feet feel grasses caress and time awaits you by unseen  hand drawn   down to the bosomed river plunge thou naked body   and be reborn
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
Good advice
the ship lies waiting in the bay won't you swim out there with me no way ! - I've just done my hair ha then , I'll find her already on board. with tousled locks more beautiful than yours ! so see ya darlin, she's a waitin' for me she has a smile of knowin' when she dances my soul a flowin' and I'll not be missin' this pretty misses kissin' she knows I'm swimmin' fast and all the other women be left on that lonely shore for this lass.
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
The modern gal vs my imagination
Peace - like a river rolling , murmuring sweet nothings, mother to child, on the scorched evening prairie, and the hot and lazy wind playing upon a sea of golden grasses. A murmuration of starlings above - behold the great symphony in the sky. In the morning my Love, you in my arms , peace in my heart, it beats with fire, peace and peace and rhythm, time beats on rolling and you're murmuring sweet nothings. and my heart on fire . longing. and yearning the river burning In the evening sun. it whispers an ageless story if you'll rest and listen. the river takes me home. to you my peace.
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
Peace.
You planted a seed I wonder whether if then or never we'd grown tighter and more together to tether each other would be to smother together to suffer alone, but alone recover to set us free to be all that you would be You set me free but you made your move to prove to me that we oh beautiful beautiful friend of mine were never meant to be. I wish you all and only the best and peace and love and quiet rest and yet no regret I'd still say yes you made me who I am today I'll never forget there ain't no way. so fly and fly transformed and sovereign swan oh beautiful beautiful friend of mine oh heavenly gentle one our seed has died and been reborn young tender shoots blazing new dawn
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
and moving on ..
.          I      cannot     without      I must       I will
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
Pride and power
in the depths go down to the edge your mind moves with uneasy silence a stunning stillness light blasted , now blinded by blackness. unwelcome stranger solitary, sinister , serene. turn the corner a stench rips the senses and sends you backwards stumbling suffocating hells breath floods the air the unseen terror a sneering smile. I am lost , is this love unrequited?
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
Love unrequited.
wrap me up in coarse blackness, old dank Labyrinth take me away, take me there I am weary and I am tired of this longing it boars me to tears and tears one way this way pull and pulled apart this folly the fools call Love I am all empty and gutted void a rank and weary traveller a shrivelled man stands there a shadow of himself won't you take pity ? or are we all to be ****** Take your mind and use your heart Abuse your heart and remove your heart then choose a heart and win that heart and then bin that heart and be careless enough not to destroy that heart to leave it beating its last it feels nothing because you feel nothing it does not matter because you know you do not matter all is acid it stings the soul and burns the flesh acrid and heavy stench we build our defences and fill out trenches with slitted eyes we scan the enemy benches we see our Love and Fire volley after volley confused we attack and no holding back we slaughter out Love it shall not possess we are proud and sovereign no room for Love in our embattled and shrivelled hearts out and out and die alone the Lark sings its final poem
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
the death of love