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wesley-and-anne
wesley-and-anne
Two poet-admirers who fell in love.
Doing the thing I like best relaxing with coke and white *** seeing if I can get my head off but tonight somehow seams I can't get the screws out and my head will not come off.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
Doing.
Life is a gift That has already been given It is a blessing each day In every special way Life is very precious Challenges will always test you Maintain your inner strength Always do your very best
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
Life Is A Gift
mama said boy you'd be the first one to cry when mama dies please bury me in a white robe cause i know i'm goin' to heaven obey your mother and father
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
The First One To Cry
We must find the love inside ourselves to carry on.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
Carry On (10 word)
How do you close your eyes once they have been opened? How do you deny what you know & turn a blind eye, refuse to see what stares back at you blankly, believe real lies? We know that we are doing wrong, that we have done so for our own good. Why are some things okay so long as they go unseen, why do we continue on happily, as if we are unaware of just how scared we should be? Is it He, the man in crisp white collar, who teaches us to fear the monsters under our beds but not those in our minds? Is it he who makes us believe that we cannot live but in this way at this time? When will we wake from this dream, this terrible nightmare that is reality? When will we open our eyes, are we truly so blind so as not to see that this is something we willingly chose to believe?
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
In Plain Sight
Desperate times for desperate men then relaxation time with a cup of tea,a glass of wine or if it's handy a snifter or two of the finest brandy but I have drunk electric soup,scooped it up, swallowed it down,plugged into the main and become one of the totally insane. In the shallow end you defend against the night, paddle if you will with can, just call me the rotgut man. When it's all a state of mind it looks so easy to unwind, it's not. The rot sets in as the sun rides out and the twilight shouts my name.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
Shorts
I quake in the sight of your smile Flutter apart tracing your seams The past bares you so beautifully You’re all I need
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
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