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#lalin2015
you can’t do this when you do this for that I said she was Folding oh so hurriedly! all the time in that Eraserhead style brr! only to be replaced for the next only to be replaced for the next which is not here yet and will never be you can’t do this when you do this for that I said like a chorus to her verse of each of these layers she blindly holds as if in her hands with a duh! and a **** my layers against hers’ finally she hears! and at once transforms to her dress socks shirt ******* blouse one by one by my song such a hard hit only once tinkles now as a mantra in her head unfolding all her hidden layers slowly and patiently I am fine you know having just one everyday still is a different day by the light I shine takes a bit of courage maybe but she will learn someday and on that heartfelt day she will be an earnest puppet like me and sing just as I say you can’t do this when you do this for that
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
you can’t do this when you do this for that
as the long coated tall man digressed a spinning coin became her translucent globe permitting a time stretch until a decision was made the rhythm of spinning arched her doubts to a half smiling one armed body that could pick it up remotely but promptly in public space an alluring method of an actress knowing the stage unhearing unseeing her spectators while permeating the act through their matter this last adorably nonchalant grin hanging the mouth half up and half down spilled the words: ‘so this one is for me then!’ when the long coated man loomed she was already holding it firm in her right palm extraneous blushing thoughts with a long narrative of giving it back raised thousand  rehearsals as polluted air in shorter than a minute of turning the head to fixate and dissipated before the  trash could handle the reforming flush I reached out for her help with my puppetheadedness come on I said what is 20 cents preserve it to recycle for my lucky star at least she, relieved  nodded and placed the coin in a front section of her whistling memory which finally today tinkled and jingled a street musician’s ultroneous hat! :)
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
20 cents!
*I know a man in my heart Oh so near Oh so far There lives a man in my heart Oh so near Oh so far I pray all the vowels that I am he sheds light on I pray all the vowels that I am he sheds light on to illuminate this narrow path made of made of breath One day I will find my way and be his sweetheart One day I will be the play and   fly as one Light as one Sound as one Heart I love a man in my heart Oh so near Oh so far There lives a man in my heart Oh so near Oh so far*
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
One Day I will be his Sweetheart
sometimes I am stuck when she deserts me in her mind I repeat like a broken record but that accentuates our song I am then the blissful chorus to her nonsensical daily verse and I give her the credits that she deserves and she actually is not too bad eventually if she wouldn’t be here I wouldn’t be here now or is it maybe even otherwise? wow yeah maybe even so so then actually if I wouldn’t be here She wouldn’t be here! isn’t that right? right? isn’t t? right? isn’t it? right? isn’t it?
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
right? isn't it?