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The over I ball only has two ***** I sprinkle the pitch with thickets, I get spent up and the over is up.
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Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC
Over Up
we represenT Forests and StormS in the way thaT one can burn the otheR and one can't movE but one has to movE we represenT Thickets and MaelstromS in the way thaT A Maelstrom can be peacefuL and A Thicket can be wonderfuL we represenT Infernos and Snow StormS in the way thaT A Snow Storm can be overwhelminG and An Inferno can be uncontrolablE we represenT Storms and ForestS Maelstroms and ThicketS Snow Storms and InfernoS We represenT the Worst and Best partS of terrible thingS your turn, ThickeT
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
Forests and Storms
Poem about you                                                                                             Poem about me Poem about her                                                                                             Poem about him Poem about death                                                                                             Poem about life Poem about relationships                                                                          Poem about broken hearts I think I see a pattern                                                                          But I'm sure you see it too
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
Maelstroms and thickets
Bloom had a gravid heart last night She could not relate but meditate with leaves up Bloom received a thicket from the moon While she froze in a posture of   ‘a gift to be presented to ... but for whom?' Fitted well in length on both of her parabolic curves as if a newborn glume a galaxy made of a wood flower a heap which once a cycle blossomed same color as the fragrance of a lover's desire in a deepest clearing at the heart of hearts at a holy spot where a ray shone Just one night falling on one cycle   to awaken a moonflower She sings the magic wood's tune to matchmake destined lovers living in such mirrored cycles .... The golden  bunch which she then gently grasped until a fist would became its skin and pulsate in mindful rhythm reintegrating the nature of nodes within reanimating the beat from and through the leaves delivering health to All its unitless dimensions The nourisher and the rejuvenated the heart of joy a flow to  find its way this way along the equifying particles on one smiling body she dreamt of .... Next morning I got up early seeing the municipal cars aside with stacks of healthy roots inside all to be planted in a day to grow trees in front of her little house   and yes she could relate this time first with bewildered eyes then with bewildered mind then with a breathing belly then with a full heart she smiled .... She was a mystery studying  facts only
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
The magic thicket