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 May 2015 Sophie
Micheal Wolf
Tell a beautiful woman she is beautiful
She has heard it so many times before
She passes it off
Like rain drops rolling off of a leaf
Many men will tell her
Few will mean it
Tell a woman why she is beautiful
Tell her what you see in her that no other does
Tell her what she stirs inside of you
Tell her what is special
Tell her what makes her different
Tell her why you are
Tell her slowly and attentively
Tell her when she is low
Tell her when she is hurt
Tell her when she wakes
Tell her when she is sleepy
Because one day
She will be gone
You will have hundreds of things you never told her
Spinning in your thoughts
A million reasons
None will matter then
So
Tell her
NOW
TODAY
For She may never hear your words again
Advice from a Bear who knows his ****
 May 2015 Sophie
Jane
Sanity
 May 2015 Sophie
Jane
Insanity is what she is,
Clarity is what she please,
Mortality is what she sees,
Voracity is something she ease.

Mendacity is what she speaks,
Tactfully is something she weaks,
Alchemy was never in her clique,
There kicks in her cavity.

Calumny writes above her head,
Casualty says around her dead,
Pageantry living on her bed,
Banditry was what she hid.

Centrality was all she craved,
Depravity waited for her traced,
Fatality made her braced,
Gallantly now she fazed.
For fun lol
 May 2015 Sophie
thymos
crows gather
 May 2015 Sophie
thymos
crows gather
on the weeping tree.
wind departing gentle.
 May 2015 Sophie
DD
Up until
 May 2015 Sophie
DD
Slow it starts,
It'll never last,
Up until,
You found out why,
Up until,
The **last goodbye.
 May 2015 Sophie
Valora Brave
I place you in a mold
and when you didn't fit
I tried to make you bend
but there were holes in you
the kind that only you could mend
 May 2015 Sophie
Valora Brave
It rained for a week in the desert
at first we thought it was some kind of miracle
but then
we all started to drown
- *I thought I saw you yesterday
 May 2015 Sophie
Valora Brave
You called me all the names of things I feared
I'd one day become.
As we sat across, my favorite beer, my favorite bar,
this time I didn't run
I sat and I faced you,
but we didn't get far
before I realized I
was simply searching for happiness
in the same place I lost it
- *we originated from broken homes and only fell in love to escape alone
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