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"drinked" poems
Grace walked hand in hand with me, In the pretty green lea, Then she picked a flower; And drinked in it's beauty, forgetting about the hour. Grace walked hand in hand with me, Out to the pretty blue sea, We picked up sea-shells on the shore; And found jewels that no pirate ever found before. We waded in the waves, and rested in the sand, Grace and I near the sea walked hand in hand, And found buried treasures of old; But were the brightest of all instead of dull and burried with mold. Grace and I walked hand in hand today, Out near the lakes where flamingos wade and play, And where birds never had flown so high; In the royal sapphire sky. We walked hand in hand together, We were time is forever, Right here in Fairyland; Grace and I walked hand in hand. In Summer we walk in the meadow, In Winter we laugh we snow kisses our cheeks and we have fun in the snow, Out be the sea of eternity; Grace walked hand in hand with me. ~Marian~
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Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC
Grace Walked Hand In Hand With Me
I didn't wanted  more ...i wanted all.. Was It is habit to love you Every day..? Poisson that i drinked every night...? Every morning.. I don't know... Raining again.. God is caring... No moon tonight .. Just dark... Sticky.. Empty.. Space.. And Stairs to your soul... I am coming up.. Unwanted... Uninvited.. Guest.. To kiss you.. First Last Kiss.. That is my poison Today.
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 6:19 AM UTC
Stairs to your soul.
in my closet, I have a torn jacket two holes in its pocket a rip in its hood, and a broken zipper patches, and stickers stains of liquor from when i drinked so that I wouldn't miss her I haven't thrown it it's precious, for some reason to throw it away would, to my heart, be treason I wore it when we met on that cold autumn night when the freezing wind swept the leaves to our left and right a scene from a movie or a novel, perhaps I look back and I tremble I faint, I collapse my mind goes numb stuck in the memory of that autumn night of fate I gained myself, but I lost myself when I put my jacket in her hands
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
torn jacket