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 Jun 2015 Poppy Perry
Mike Essig
The women of ancient Greece
sang songs and stories
as the worked their looms.
Tales of heroes, great deeds,
love, desire, war, conquest,
gods, mortals and demigods
and not one ended in happiness.
The women change;
The looms still weave;
stories are still sung;
the endings remain.
  ~mce
Be true & be clean for this picture.

A dollar speaks more than you have these days.

The bodies build.

A heart beats & the music drowns its steady thump.



So, with silence, what changes?


A taste?
Or was it hatred?

Bring me hope lover, bring me lower.
Tragedy
 Jun 2015 Poppy Perry
J
Her
 Jun 2015 Poppy Perry
J
Her
I looked at her the other day,
Stared at her beautiful face.
My mouth had nothing to say,
Knowing she could fill this empty space.
She was really kind,
Helpful to others,
Leaving no one behind,
Treating people like sisters and brothers.
Her amazing looks caught my eye
But her astounding personality caught my heart.
I'd never want to say goodbye,
Because this is just the start.
Just had nothing to do, literally.
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