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I agree what her name says, I disagree with whatever any donkey brays. She's kindhearted and also so very gorgeous, She has got an angelic heart. Elsa you are one of the most beautiful poets I've ever seen, And you just need to ignore people contradicting it as they are not free from sin.
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
Elsa Angelica
pavement cracks under his feet when he walks. smoke falls from his hair when he moves. his hands are made of stone his veins are dripping mud his eyes are black and blown. he's a walking black hole ******* all the light of the world in breathing in warmth and fire breathing out dust and ashes. but he's still young in the crinkles by his smiling eyes in the high pitch of his screams in the smallest curls of his hair. but he's aged in the purple under his eyes in the tilt of his disappointed mouth in the rough tips of his fingers in the weight of his stone-carved bones. he is many things and looks like so many more he is big and he is beautiful and the earth cracks under his feet and the flowers die in his wake. and still he swears he's bathed in darkness but still made of sun.
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
A study of the darkness.
"So is this what we are? Friends with benefits, right?" Oh, right.
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 4:03 AM UTC
the unspoken benefits of our friendship
Never kiss if you don't mean it with actual love. Never promise if you would probably break it one day. Hearts can get shattered & never love again. People can perish in the self-lit fires of guilt, insult & pain. Oh how I wish the world realizes & respects the value of true love. Only if the world realized the value of faithful love, It would surely have been the best place to live, Nobody would want to give up, weep and leave. Learn being faithful to your partner in love, Everyone be a faithful lover, husband or wife, For it is not a rave party our life condemned by witches, And of course we are humans not dogs or ******* Learn love, higher love, it's about time.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
Never
anybody smart would call the police if they were beaten but i love you too much to protect myself and the bruises look like hearts anyway
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
smart people
Never having been a shepherd, I seek my artistic intuition for a way to say I know a bit of what the whole cloth needs to form, at all, information conforming to pattern with mysterious iniquitous twists and transpositional possibilit- a knock at the door, and an inner action with reactions, to things I have been known to have said in terms we disagree on, suffer it to be so now, the suffering as you imagine, is brief, the time it takes to see eternity is not a mortal concept, ever is no absolute state, stasis stuck round and round wait and see, leave me be the only knower, lone be learn of wedom, as we know, me and the reader, being known as selves with stories certain in the past, no regrets remain, but where the complexity of being you in my mind, is not for me to untie, or re-tie to my definition when you believed you know, far better, truth that proves, data-wise, there is no god, as - who/ who who who refines the rethinking task, way back machine, be history. As of now, Baccus protocol envocolation e-lation cellophane crinkle in the veil Rumi walked right through, and left me wondering when did I recognize the being by the name.?. name me author for a day, run it on old video of Queen for a Day, run a series of clips, wish clips, what is your wish the audience may grant, in our democratic game of shame erasure, wound recovery, tattoo removal, - nur ds - the banality of evil, asks for first rule - from point of no return, what is evil's mission, - in words? - Evil words, Turrets spir'ts spat from side walk - prostrate saint in the throes of entheosity Walk on by, imagine I am all alone, wishing I were in a we, a class of us, big ambitioned amity in enmity with e as balanced on an inconsistent constant, absolutely, I see, he says, I see, he thinks he does out of body lookame aiming to know, as much or more than any who got away may have used to leave a clue where now, this is 2021 and the sleeve/host/possession kiva-temple on the phone fully converged to match the 1999 white paper. Read the stripes. Those heal invisible. Like plastic braced bites. We all have flaws, we are the industrial gems, these stories, parables, poems, recurring pocketest of crystalline thought tinkling breathless if ex stasis, see, budge it, oomph, we all know, let's roll down the barrel, rifled at a ratio only the knacked smiths knew, now, we know, all things related to rifling spiraling an arc, set to force the strike flint to steel to powder of magimeasures and transfiguration, In my mind, at the very least. yes. the point of every thing at once, knowing is slowing the engines of fear and hate and doubt and betrayal -- I released the idea of absolute states or stations, because of you. My son, from his younger self, to whom I first define my terms, as Silverman taught me, with your permission, let's say I cannot lie, oathbound, resound, begun redone dance around the truth with me, think of reading ready writing qwerty keyed in symphony, phony or Meme-o graphic burps of adol-idolescing, didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we and it never gets old, days of old, being who we once imagined we could be had we taken another turn, roll one more time.
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Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 4:10 PM UTC
Look, some things must be ready
Never having been a shepherd, I seek my artistic intuition for a way to say I know a bit of what the whole cloth needs to form, at all, information conforming to pattern with mysterious iniquitous twists and transpositional possibilit- a knock at the door, and an inner action with reactions, to things I have been known to have said in terms we disagree on, suffer it to be so now, the suffering as you imagine, is brief, the time it takes to see eternity is not a mortal concept, ever is no absolute state, stasis stuck round and round wait and see, leave me be the only knower, lone be learn of wedom, as we know, me and the reader, being known as selves with stories certain in the past, no regrets remain, but where the complexity of being you in my mind, is not for me to untie, or re-tie to my definition when you believed you know, far better, truth that proves, data-wise, there is no god, as - who/ who who who refines the rethinking task, way back machine, be history. As of now, Baccus protocol envocolation e-lation cellophane crinkle in the veil Rumi walked right through, and left me wondering when did I recognize the being by the name.?. name me author for a day, run it on old video of Queen for a Day, run a series of clips, wish clips, what is your wish the audience may grant, in our democratic game of shame erasure, wound recovery, tattoo removal, - nur ds - the banality of evil, asks for first rule - from point of no return, what is evil's mission, - in words? - Evil words, Turrets spir'ts spat from side walk - prostrate saint in the throes of entheosity Walk on by, imagine I am all alone, wishing I were in a we, a class of us, big ambitioned amity in enmity with e as balanced on an inconsistent constant, absolutely, I see, he says, I see, he thinks he does out of body lookame aiming to know, as much or more than any who got away may have used to leave a clue where now, this is 2021 and the sleeve/host/possession kiva-temple on the phone fully converged to match the 1999 white paper. Read the stripes. Those heal invisible. Like plastic braced bites. We all have flaws, we are the industrial gems, these stories, parables, poems, recurring pocketest of crystalline thought tinkling breathless if ex stasis, see, budge it, oomph, we all know, let's roll down the barrel, rifled at a ratio only the knacked smiths knew, now, we know, all things related to rifling spiraling an arc, set to force the strike flint to steel to powder of magimeasures and transfiguration, In my mind, at the very least. yes. the point of every thing at once, knowing is slowing the engines of fear and hate and doubt and betrayal -- I released the idea of absolute states or stations, because of you. My son, from his younger self, to whom I first define my terms, as Silverman taught me, with your permission, let's say I cannot lie, oathbound, resound, begun redone dance around the truth with me, think of reading ready writing qwerty keyed in symphony, phony or Meme-o graphic burps of adol-idolescing, didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we didn't we, now didn't we and it never gets old, days of old, being who we once imagined we could be had we taken another turn, roll one more time.
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your hands left inky marks on my skin and i don't have any soap all i can do is scratch and scratch but it's still there it's still there
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC
your hands
What was actually said twisted into what was actually not
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
Miscommunication (10w)
I promise, To be forever faithful. I promise, To never stop trying. I commit myself to you. From this time on And Forevermore. There's going to be struggles, There's going to be issues, But, I feel in my heart of hearts I want to struggle with these issues, With you. The light we create Glows ambient and beautiful, For us And, to those in our world. We would be fools To look elsewhere For the love we need, And the love we deserve. Through immense over-thinking Crossing the T's, Dotting the I's, There is only one conclusion... Love and happiness. I love you and You make me happy. For reasons above For reasons of love Please, do me the honour Of being my wife.
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC
Proposal