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 Jul 2015 Lynette F
Jasmin
and if i longed for a sense of belonging
i would just lie down, facing the ceiling;
i am my home
here is where i belong.
This is the kind of self-love I/we need.
 Jul 2015 Lynette F
Nicole Dawn
Always remember
That the books
Who are the most worn
The most torn and ripped
The most broken

Those books are that way
Because everyone loved them
For what was inside
Two amour's,
One giveth all
Other one's afraid to giveth all
Yet whilst in all this heat
Both art still soo beautifully in love!!

Love works in funny
And mysterious ways...
Tis
She was released
From her carcass of a shell
Man letteth her go
From her inquiring hell
She was free'd
From all distant proportion
Now she findeth her self
In remorse and guilt trip
Tis
She was awoken
By truth at her beak
She awoke to the words
I loveth thee
But she is a freebird,
She flyeth by muse!
Dreamers always
Get lost in cartoons..
This isn't for anyone just good writing lol

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