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 Mar 2016 Creepstar
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 Mar 2016 Creepstar
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***** BURNS MY THROAT BUT YOUR
NAME HURTS MY HEAD SO I WOULD
RATHER BLACK OUT WITH A HANGOVER
THAN STARE BLANKLY AT MY HANDS
TRYING TO FORGET WHAT IT WAS LIKE
TO TOUCH YOU.
 Mar 2016 Creepstar
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 Mar 2016 Creepstar
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I’m not finished falling in love with you.
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you said you’d always be here
 Mar 2016 Creepstar
Polar
Children scurried ***** as rats

From the long dead smouldering

of rocks and boulders

To watch captivated

Enraptured by the sight

Of tiny parachutes floated from the sky.

Tiny handkerchiefs of hope

Descended as gently as leaves in a breeze

As the candy bomber

Wiggled his wings

And presented sweet things

Packaged as hope

Delivered with love

To let those know that though

They may be woe begotten

To some at least they were not forgotten.
A small tribute to US pilot Gail Halvorsen who in 1948 air dropped sweets to starving children in Berlin held under siege by the Russians.  At present we sadly have many places in the world where we need more men like him capable to delivering hope and compassion to those desperately in need.
You fell in love with her words.
You let her walk into your life.
You thought that she is just a harmless girl with a cute smile.
If only you had paid a close attention to her,
You'd know that she has a tendency to use her words in the form of a knife.
 Mar 2016 Creepstar
Lucrezia M N
Spending hours up to find
what the night is trying to tell me,
reading lips as hard as fall asleep,
I wouldn't let slip away
words and sounds
now they've got
something to say.

The times it's all blue
the times anything goes
so imperfect
so anew,
but I wanna feel good
I wanna feel good now.

The only places my soul can stand
here alone and wherever you are.
Gritting my teeth, holding back,
biting my tongue, hiding my eyes.
But hard is the way
That makes it great,
Yet it's to come my time.
This is another lyrics for a song
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