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 Feb 2016 Weasel
Margaret
Masquerade
 Feb 2016 Weasel
Margaret
In a cloud of smoke you mask
At the bottom of a bottle she masks
 Feb 2016 Weasel
Chloe Zafonte
I have a gypsy spirit
all I want is to be free
the sound of a place beautiful and far away
I can hear it! I need a place where I can be me.
I need to put my soul back into place
back before it became shattered with many heart breaks.
I wish to be the calm person I once was,
not someone who becomes angry
just because. Once what is left of the toxins go away
I hope that I will find me again and will be here to stay.
 Feb 2016 Weasel
1487
1,095 days
 Feb 2016 Weasel
1487
When people ask, I am just going to say, "I love you"

Because I don't know
what else to do
I can't hide it anymore.
 Feb 2016 Weasel
r
Time
 Feb 2016 Weasel
r
Time is a clock,
a face no-one forgets, a
stopwatch on a stiff wrist
beneath crisp white cotton,
a feral black cat in the woods
of adulthood that sneaks
up on you in your prime,

or something like that.
ticking
 Feb 2016 Weasel
Chloe Zafonte
I've been told that I have a double life
I never really noticed but if that's the case
I see it as my own private paradise.
 Feb 2016 Weasel
Sydney Victoria
Lavender paints the heavens, lingering
Over an elegant array of cerulean, silk
Gossamers. Rays of sunlight dangling
Among the fringes of distorted clouds,
Nestled within the gleam of your eye.
Soft summer breeze caressing my skin;
A tune you hum fastened in my ear.
Lavish hues seep from your open lips--
Never gray. The foliage beneath you is
Evergreen. Autumn only a memory,
Raw yet fictional.
But my love, the colors are alive in you.

I did not do my all capitals in this one because I did not want to distract from his importance. <3
 Feb 2016 Weasel
Chloe Zafonte
Success is being happy
when you're enemies want you miserable
Because they'll know you'll never let them win.
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