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Jan 2014
It happens, like drifting, like falling, and her words calming and refreshing like the gust of strong breeze in the month of June,

Take me way, from the polluted world, this world so selfish, so eager to take your love like industrialists acquiring as much of land as they can,

But never wearing heart their on their sleeve, or like cutting farmlands and building casinos on them rearing greed,

No, no you’re not beautiful, look in the mirror; can u see the innocence and honesty?

That you lost to thousand lies written on texts, spoken on phones, lies gradually building and swirling like tornadoes breathed into eyes, eyes that once loved you and glowed when you spoke

I have lost the innocence, in the hurry to grow up, speaking of things and words that appear mature to me, but knowing that the meaning of these words is lost to me, for my heart yearns to hope again,

Hopes to learn to trust again, to believe that love is all that we need. But all of these are lies.

The growing up is painful and so is living in this world which accurately teaches you math’s and physics, but only leaves you to calculate the demonic deeds you do,

And how your are only surrounded by ghosts of what used to be honest mass of skin and bones.

And, and if your are truly lucky and may have showered love on your close ones, showers like that of July bursting and lighting up the earth with buds of belief of survival  and loved the way tree roots are loyal to the soil with your past lovers

Then, it happens like lightening in deserts, all your fears drown but a new kind of fear also crashes against your body,

It happens like that, you can’t breathe without them but then again they are the only ones that can steal your breath from your lungs by kissing someone else,

But they mend your broken wing of lost trust, and show you again what it feels like to swing back and forth on the rainbow colored swings in the afternoon rain, with your hair flying everywhere and your heart finally feeling free of this burdening world,

**And they show you how, love is all you need.  And that isn’t a lie
hi,everyone, hope you like this, yes i know, i have a horrible tendency to disappear, and all of my excuses have dried up.
Ivie
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   Shaina, Anistashia Growsberry and Angie
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