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pi, pi ,pi ,pi... that's the sound my ears could hear. It wasn't deafening for I couldn't bear the emerging pain that would fill my heart. one three it's thirteen, into the second month of a hundred of days. oh my! don't leave so soon our anniversary tomorrow to be marked by an event of the probability of your existence. Flowers to your bed, I bring you a card that you should read. though you're unresponsive I thought to read it out loud Will you be my valentine? and then you sneezed. Rejibudu
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 3:54 AM UTC
Red Hearts
Someone far off , I can't see , lives in a graveyard in hopes of reviving dead dreams .
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
Andy Goldmark : 1973
"Tropical sun, you ****** cheat never expected, you'd behave like this" in his chair sitting huddled, driving away cold with every means at his command, he murmured to himself, not bothered about the state of affairs of anything, big or small, aren't we all mortals, after all? What's the point in being anxious about the state of economy or environment if you have no interest in this arrangement beyond certain point, all one has to worry is about is today the grey, cold, overcast, hopeless day that ruins the pleasure one yearns for weep over the love denied, that's what this day is fit for. There is a knock on the door is it the cold wind throwing twigs or plain wishful thinking, of a day when love was in abundance, knocking at door but it's persistent,who cloud it be in a cold frozen, godforsaken mean morning celebrating deserted lovers and loneliness.. He opens the door, a hole in to cold like a frozen wonder gone astray in a comely female form past presents it's her, his uncertain love, once again at her best and look at her, the special love potion for the most gloomy day of dejection and self hate. She hugs him with a mother's warm hold plants a passion stirring kiss on his cold crusty lips when the lover in him takes over him with a vengeance his  universe takes a quick turnabout to love, longing and hope, he resolved to reject cold sun is no more a disappointment, just the opposite, sowing new seeds of warmth, Isn't it then true, what we hear, every now and then "Woman is the center of man's universe" Amen
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
Isn't it she, at the center of his universe!
"Tropical sun, you ****** cheat never expected, you'd behave like this" in his chair sitting huddled, driving away cold with every means at his command, he murmured to himself, not bothered about the state of affairs of anything, big or small, aren't we all mortals, after all? What's the point in being anxious about the state of economy or environment if you have no interest in this arrangement beyond certain point, all one has to worry is about is today the grey, cold, overcast, hopeless day that ruins the pleasure one yearns for weep over the love denied, that's what this day is fit for. There is a knock on the door is it the cold wind throwing twigs or plain wishful thinking, of a day when love was in abundance, knocking at door but it's persistent,who cloud it be in a cold frozen, godforsaken mean morning celebrating deserted lovers and loneliness.. He opens the door, a hole in to cold like a frozen wonder gone astray in a comely female form past presents it's her, his uncertain love, once again at her best and look at her, the special love potion for the most gloomy day of dejection and self hate. She hugs him with a mother's warm hold plants a passion stirring kiss on his cold crusty lips when the lover in him takes over him with a vengeance his  universe takes a quick turnabout to love, longing and hope, he resolved to reject cold sun is no more a disappointment, just the opposite, sowing new seeds of warmth, Isn't it then true, what we hear, every now and then "Woman is the center of man's universe" Amen
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