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 Jan 2015 lost in thought
R
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 Jan 2015 lost in thought
R
all of space and time is starting to leak out of my bleeding soul
This is a good thing
i'm the nicest
person you'll
ever meet until
you **** with me
or the people i love.
to all the people that think they rule the world.
What is it about **** that attract men and women.

Is it the *******, the sights, the sounds or is it their fantasy.

Is it their neurotic or ****** styles of motion that leaves them at awww,
or the sizes of disbelief.

What is it that attracts men and women. Is it lonlyness, cellabsy or the lack of.

Is it ok to watch **** during a bachlor or bachloret party. With your partner for ****** arousment, a boring day, or because your parter no longer particapates, or just because.

Yes some hate it, yet most love it.

****, ****, ****, ****, ****, ****

Even the word **** sounds ***** yet ****.

Why is it hard for people to pull their eye's away even though they say it's disgusting.

****,
From the funny mustaches and the funny beats in the 70's. To the ****** implacations, to live websites.

There's teasing ****, soft ****, ******* ****, group **** (******), hurting ****, painful ****, **** beyond belief.

Me, yes I have watched **** but never paid for it.  Yes, I've surfed the sights. But why, curiosity ? Who's to say.
www.pornaddictionhelp.com
I rely on you

For

The first time

I saw you

I searched on
Web for this
State of
Me

But,
This is
Love

Inner heart
Said

If I cannot leave you
If I cannot live without you
This is love
Tried ...
To express
Something
May be
Misfired
The world is a painting.
We are merely blots of ink.
 Jan 2015 lost in thought
Love
Before the exams....
Idreline and stress!!
would i could
i would write you
a new beginning
a new once upon a time
a lifetime of joy and fullfillment
with a smattering
of sorrows for seasoning
small dissapointment
to measure victories against

would i could
i would erase all of this
put salve on the black dog's
bites
make fair the injustice
of  your loss
give you the hours, days,
years,
ripped from your hands...

have words that would
fill the empty spaces
in you...the hollowman

but i am not a diety,
just a friend, who holds
your crying body...
and claims to understand

would i could
i would turn back time
to before the hollowing
began....
and take more care
of the lives we lived
when we lived
back there

.......would i could.....would...
linked to earlier poem
(about March 2014)

the hollowman
...to watch a friend...almost destroyed by grief
is a hard thing indeed
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