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Some loves
you have to wear blinders
For everything that comes out of them
Is nothing but suffering,
I better float over this deep sea,
Than losing my soul diving deep in...
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Learn to deal with love with care...
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  Jul 4 Traveler
Hex
When she's serious, she's cool and bright,
Like moonlight sharp in the quiet night.
Each word she speaks is calm and wise,
A thoughtful spark behind her eyes.
But when she smiles, a child appears,
She speaks with joy that lifts my gloom,
And fills my heart with quiet bloom.
Any resemblance in this song to living people is entirely intentional
He was married with three kids
He left his wife to go with the princess
He broke her heart
We shake our head in disbelief
It’s so sad
I could name names
It’s already been in the press
It was such a sweet love story until then
Now just a ****** mess
Why can’t lovers stay true?
What can you do when a lover betrays another?
I wish I knew
One offers consolation
But that only goes so far
A broken heart is a broken heart
Just a burned out star
So I hope for the best for my friend
I send her my love
As she works through the pain
And things stay the way that they are
  Jul 4 Traveler
dude
“For the longest time I thought the letters for tiddy sizes was like the grade system. Kept asking myself what’s the big deal about d’s? Those are below average tiddys! But I totally get it now.”

-Stevie Wonder (2003)
This isn’t poetry!
  Jul 4 Traveler
Mac Thom
Yes. Ride up the Yukon in winter –
No one to stop you.

I can see your tracks threading northward
and, once you start, it won't take so long

to get there, to the end, if it matters.
They say starting’s the hard part,

to get ready, tighten the straps,
test all your gear, all the training.

The winters have come and gone,
but the frozen river waits for you

to pedal through the deep snow,
because you will, now that you've started;

covered in ice, squinting in the glare,
and it was enough to keep pumping the legs,

filling the lungs, singing a song, to follow
the river north in the winter. Happy

to be there, in that blinding light,
with feet too frozen to start for home.
  Jul 4 Traveler
Ayla Grey
Mirror mirror on the wall
Reflect my sorrows reflect them all
And when I cry when I scream
Reflect the way I think of me

Mirror mirror on the wall
Reflect the way in which I fall
But catch my teary eyes in sight
My eyes of gold reflect the light
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