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Handcuffs and SmilesHeart trapped in iron bands, love forged and lust locked. / Music thumping, head board jumping. Sweet soul music screaming out. Nail marks and tooth bites shows how the passon lashed out. / Bodies entwind whats mine is yours and yours is mine. Bed room floor antics make me pine to explore.
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Feb 11, 2013
rocket manIm a time in space, a space in time forever it seems to be in a locked in a race. Cosmic karma kowpowing me in the face. / Blackhole of despair stealing all my air, wonder all around me. But stuck in a rut, so I just dont care. / Love is within me, but never found without. Tears I cry that streak across the night sky as moving as a meteor shower.
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Feb 11, 2013
unfetted dreamsA distant pair from far away, go to meet one fresh winter day. / Our glances meet we advance and take stock, A smile we have to each other we share / A touching hand to your lithe back, beckons you forth to near repast.
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Feb 7, 2013
enchanted swordMy heart in form of a dimminished sword all rusted throu and pitted with age, found entrenched within an anvil upon a stone. / Lonely eons pass me by, awaiting for fair damsels touch from far away fay Avalon. / I sense a presence both near and far, it sets my iron core pulsing deep and strong, to feel life stiring within me once more.
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Feb 6, 2013
frozen heart. thawing outWater trickles and mountains fall, thawing ice tumbles all / Blazing radiance, chasing melting all / Pristine snow scape at an end, redescovered tundra in summer bloom
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Feb 5, 2013
Silver Spire PrincessA moon lit, forest glade winding deeply ever on / Up mountain tracks and valley paths / Opening up on hidden paths
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Feb 2, 2013
12 year serviceWish we lived in a move world where nice guys win and bad guy lose. / To be praised and thanked for hard work done, not just discarded once the gov says we were done. / To sit on a beach and watch the world revolve would be a dream, shame to know we were work bound and soon to be buried in the ground.
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Feb 2, 2013
Pots and PansRatling, clanking, tumbling down / over burdened wife hitting the ground / Bronze ones, dinted ones, ill fitting lidded ones.
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Feb 1, 2013
8 Hours OffAre we all dreaming or are we a sleep standing up. / Just to find me a little fishy swimming in the deep hidden fog. / Are we alone or are we togeather the princess and the frog.
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Feb 1, 2013
sweet nothings.Roses will be red, / When vulgarities are blue. / Sugar is sweet when im receiving it off you.
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Feb 1, 2013
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