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  Jan 2019 Val Vik
Star BG
Life is the breath.
Dream the seeds.
Love the flower.

Water is the gift.
Wave the dance.
Current the heartbeat.
Just a thought of how life flows
  Dec 2018 Val Vik
Pagan Paul
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Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat
and is getting strange looks from the family cat,
cleaning its claws and making them sharper,
if I were the goose then I would scarper.
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Pagan Paul (24/12/18)
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Just something silly for xmas eve.
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  Dec 2018 Val Vik
Pagan Paul
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She makes me feel vulnerable,
yet she won't hold me.




© Pagan Paul (09/12/18)
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Unrequited admiration, desire, lust, love, - its bad for a poet!
For what is a poet without a muse?
We all need to be held/cuddled/loved.
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  Dec 2018 Val Vik
J
You loved.
You loved,
time and
time again.
But now,
it’s time to
love yourself.
About ******* time.
  Dec 2018 Val Vik
Naomi
Hello,  I am a puddle person.
I'm certainly not the only puddle person, of course.
And I often think I'm more puddle then person.

I lay on the floor still.
People come by and see themselves reflected in me.
Sometimes they step in me,  and drops of me splish around and evaporate.

I'm content being a puddle it's, comfortable.
People are aware of me whether looking at themselves, tip toeing around me or jumping in.

I am NOT invisible.

Love me or hate me this puddle person isn't going anywhere,
until I become more puddle then person.
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