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Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
Death by Design
Sometimes I wish I really was a bin. Trash could fill my surrounds, and in. ******* would be in my mind, I sometimes I could hope, that a coin might land inside .
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
Bin
in yellow & pink her benignity wink in cheery pit rain there she hoodwink and hem this dress that cognate her trim line figure again with lips that sync in 3D graphic feature pic
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC
womanly weather
On a day in Spain here to find Gris itinerated light exhibit met collage; he'd wind my heart to much surprise and shape these eyes an ingenue, while these paintings would graft Picasso and his style in cubism grew today arbor inside museum found.
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 5:40 AM UTC
A Museum
Crying out for peace. Canceling a simple thing. How Am I suppose to breathe. A stupid thing to be upset about A burning game of hide and seek My my my I need love Lonely road to the One thing I think is meant for me How do people do these things? Walk Alone. Everyone should have someone. No. Our blood is mixed in with the depths of our truth. We bleed out until the world finally knows what we NEED. Do                          You See                         The Woman                     Alone
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
Mixed Blood
A rush of wind         A gust of air                A broken limb                      A time for peace                               A time for pain                                               I AM ME Here I am falling again.                D                O                W                 N                                                            to the pavement, The                                                         broken                                                      glass. I BURST THROUGH YOUR WINDOW Now I'm Falling Again. Do you read this poem. In complete silence? Are you walking to a place of violence? My words are to be heard, but they will not be spoken. Here         I            Am                  Falling..... -------------------------- But I feel so closed in..... --------------------------
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
Falling