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Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
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Started with gold-plated meals and religious heels Felt like heaven was real Then why I am in the mirror using conceal Maldives By day Belize when you say In Madison Square where you keep me boxed if I stray For freedom, I have to start with “May,” Mother stretched her hand to not get met Countless reports stopped after the first check Your life can’t be in danger if you commute on private jets Burberry shades when he’s most scary So my trauma doesn’t connect As soon as I finally collect from my war wounds, it’s turned into show tunes Like, “ Where are all these hiding bathrooms, when you are out taking pics in Cancun?” No matter how viral, there will be an audience that says,” I never a ran mile until my lifestyle went down the Nile.”
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May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
Mac616
Assault over the Ring
Started with gold-plated meals and religious heels Felt like heaven was real Then why I am in the mirror using conceal Maldives By day Belize when you say In Madison Square where you keep me boxed if I stray For freedom, I have to start with “May,” Mother stretched her hand to not get met Countless reports stopped after the first check Your life can’t be in danger if you commute on private jets Burberry shades when he’s most scary So my trauma doesn’t connect As soon as I finally collect from my war wounds, it’s turned into show tunes Like, “ Where are all these hiding bathrooms, when you are out taking pics in Cancun?” No matter how viral, there will be an audience that says,” I never a ran mile until my lifestyle went down the Nile.”
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If I was a king of Asia I would give you all the gold there is But I'm not even prince of Persia, all I have is love and dreams Let me show you land of legends, land of honeymoon and rising sun I am not as rich as Ali Baba, but I promise we'll be having fun I'll take you to Bali the gem of Java Sea Then we'll go on to safari a little south of Abu Dhabi I'll take you to Maldives to swim in coral reefs We'll enjoy the sweet papaya on the islands of Pattaya I'll show you lake Baikal, Tibet and Taj Mahal We'll see Macao, Yokohama, Hanoi, Jeddah, Jaipur, Jakarta I'll take you to Dubai, Dushanbe and Mumbai We'll spend some starry nights in yurts near the city of Yakutsk I’ll take you to Tashkent where melons got their scent We will taste all sorts of apples in the city of Almaty I’ll take you to Beirut we'll go nuts on dried fruits And the coffee with vanilla we can try it in Manilla I'll take you to Kashgar to shop at old bazaar Then we'll fly a magic carpet to the markets of Qatar We'll see ruins of Karakorum the old capital of Moguls Then we'll go to Kathmandu and then Karachi and Kabul We'll discover caves with treasures, make three wishes all at once All at once will turn to a fairy tale, like in one and thousand nights Let me show you feast of colors, take you cross the dunes in caravans Even if I don't look like Alladin, I sure know a thing about romance I'll take you to Taipei to see its lovely bay We will sip on Coca Cola on the silky sands of Goa I'll take you to Shanghai where towers touch the sky And the best of architecture we will see in precious Petra We'll go to Ashgabat, Bishkek, Busan, Baghdad We will see Great Wall of China and Cambodian Angkor Wat We'll see the Everest, mount Fuji, Gobi Desert And it's certainly my pleasure to take you all around Asia!
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Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 10:07 PM UTC
aidar-omar
Song of Asia
If I was a king of Asia I would give you all the gold there is But I'm not even prince of Persia, all I have is love and dreams Let me show you land of legends, land of honeymoon and rising sun I am not as rich as Ali Baba, but I promise we'll be having fun I'll take you to Bali the gem of Java Sea Then we'll go on to safari a little south of Abu Dhabi I'll take you to Maldives to swim in coral reefs We'll enjoy the sweet papaya on the islands of Pattaya I'll show you lake Baikal, Tibet and Taj Mahal We'll see Macao, Yokohama, Hanoi, Jeddah, Jaipur, Jakarta I'll take you to Dubai, Dushanbe and Mumbai We'll spend some starry nights in yurts near the city of Yakutsk I’ll take you to Tashkent where melons got their scent We will taste all sorts of apples in the city of Almaty I’ll take you to Beirut we'll go nuts on dried fruits And the coffee with vanilla we can try it in Manilla I'll take you to Kashgar to shop at old bazaar Then we'll fly a magic carpet to the markets of Qatar We'll see ruins of Karakorum the old capital of Moguls Then we'll go to Kathmandu and then Karachi and Kabul We'll discover caves with treasures, make three wishes all at once All at once will turn to a fairy tale, like in one and thousand nights Let me show you feast of colors, take you cross the dunes in caravans Even if I don't look like Alladin, I sure know a thing about romance I'll take you to Taipei to see its lovely bay We will sip on Coca Cola on the silky sands of Goa I'll take you to Shanghai where towers touch the sky And the best of architecture we will see in precious Petra We'll go to Ashgabat, Bishkek, Busan, Baghdad We will see Great Wall of China and Cambodian Angkor Wat We'll see the Everest, mount Fuji, Gobi Desert And it's certainly my pleasure to take you all around Asia!
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Children of Louisiana, Swept away and drowned, In the river’s flood And the ocean surge. Never have recovered Fully from the rain falling down, And of a city that was purged. Ignored by the government And its fellow man, Follow in a long line of sufferers Since the melting, ice age glaciers And even a tsunami in the North Sea That wiped out Doggerland. Dark Ages got darker as people ran And Britain’s white cliffs were sheared. Times got better and then got worse, But the people carried on. Now, the floods are a weekly thing, A blip on a newscast, As lost as the victims in a mess Of other disasters, Of wildfires, droughts and don’t Even mention the quaking earth Or volcanoes! We can’t take credit For causing those! Rich men in their castles, Feasting and clapping each other On their fatty backs, Rolling in the spoils and spills Of oil, on the flaming water of The American plains. Sheikhs in old Mesopotamia Whine about oil pipelines, Promised to them by President Cheney, While the people starve. Bloated oligarchs spread destruction All over the world, from The Congo to Chernobyl, Melting icecaps and raising the sea, Sinking islands where they don’t live, Vacationing in the Maldives, On special rates before those go under. They won’t fix Miami, but let it sink, But not before they plunder The empty towers built on foolish dreams. Of course, they’ll be the last to go, Crammed into mansions up in the Alps, Fighting with the European nobles Over who gets a crumbling palace Now sitting on the last ice floe. A few American cousins round each other up To catch the Dixie Flyer down to New Orleans, Trying to hide from the polar vortex, A dazzling case of ignorance and greed, Only to find the tracks buried in the sea… Down in the mud of the deep, brown sea.
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Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 4:26 PM UTC
sharon-talbot
Katrina
Children of Louisiana, Swept away and drowned, In the river’s flood And the ocean surge. Never have recovered Fully from the rain falling down, And of a city that was purged. Ignored by the government And its fellow man, Follow in a long line of sufferers Since the melting, ice age glaciers And even a tsunami in the North Sea That wiped out Doggerland. Dark Ages got darker as people ran And Britain’s white cliffs were sheared. Times got better and then got worse, But the people carried on. Now, the floods are a weekly thing, A blip on a newscast, As lost as the victims in a mess Of other disasters, Of wildfires, droughts and don’t Even mention the quaking earth Or volcanoes! We can’t take credit For causing those! Rich men in their castles, Feasting and clapping each other On their fatty backs, Rolling in the spoils and spills Of oil, on the flaming water of The American plains. Sheikhs in old Mesopotamia Whine about oil pipelines, Promised to them by President Cheney, While the people starve. Bloated oligarchs spread destruction All over the world, from The Congo to Chernobyl, Melting icecaps and raising the sea, Sinking islands where they don’t live, Vacationing in the Maldives, On special rates before those go under. They won’t fix Miami, but let it sink, But not before they plunder The empty towers built on foolish dreams. Of course, they’ll be the last to go, Crammed into mansions up in the Alps, Fighting with the European nobles Over who gets a crumbling palace Now sitting on the last ice floe. A few American cousins round each other up To catch the Dixie Flyer down to New Orleans, Trying to hide from the polar vortex, A dazzling case of ignorance and greed, Only to find the tracks buried in the sea… Down in the mud of the deep, brown sea.
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Trinidad and Tobagonians Haitians Egyptians Mexicans English Liechtensteins Turkish Italians Norwegians Germans Portuguese Omanians Tromelin Islanders Orcas Islanders French African-Americans Maldives Ecuadorians Romanians Ice Landers Chinese Argentinas
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
jackierutherford
The Melting *** of America
Trinidad and Tobagonians Haitians Egyptians Mexicans English Liechtensteins Turkish Italians Norwegians Germans Portuguese Omanians Tromelin Islanders Orcas Islanders French African-Americans Maldives Ecuadorians Romanians Ice Landers Chinese Argentinas
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*Her kisses felt like Iceland, Or Maldives, But her embrace felt... ...like the Philippine Islands.* © 2015 J.S.P.
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
jspua
My Heart Is The Atlantis (15W)
*Her kisses felt like Iceland, Or Maldives, But her embrace felt... ...like the Philippine Islands.* © 2015 J.S.P.
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she asked him: why did you leave Edinburgh? and he didn't reply, but upon thinking out his reply to a deaf ear: because i didn't come here for you; 'lona 'lona, whisper sometimes, and i'll give you a cat's whisker. i was in venice, yes, i drank absinthe the wrong way on a beach, spent three nights in a hostel with a bunch of girls, took a hebrew girl for a taste of tourism, listened to the shofar before i entered a synagogue outlet extension reading the 613 commandments on a computer screen... venice's pavement traffic and eating pistachio gelato, nothing much, i still preferred the Gothic distancing of Edinburgh's nights where i could be with cold-hands and warm heart inviting; basically i don't like tourist basins, or tourist wombs for that matter... am i looking at something predictable? yes, i am, a billion other sperms will see the same thing and perhaps write about it to insinuate poetic ambitions - too clogged up your thinking is to redeem yourself in poetry - you're hardly dislodged for the art - get a guitar and couplet it for a star-riddled pop music hit, go on, on your way, elbow push through the queue... go on, on your way... oh wait, you need clapping to spur you on?               here's my clapping onomatopoeia: blah blah, blah blah, blah blah; yes, i was in venice, didn't really care to write much about it - i actually didn't, just now, a sobering memory, not the type of memory that gets you drunk... well it's there, a bit like the Maldives, and it drives the delusion that global warming isn't creeping about the place like Nosferatu.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 7:31 AM UTC
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Edinburgh v. Venice
she asked him: why did you leave Edinburgh? and he didn't reply, but upon thinking out his reply to a deaf ear: because i didn't come here for you; 'lona 'lona, whisper sometimes, and i'll give you a cat's whisker. i was in venice, yes, i drank absinthe the wrong way on a beach, spent three nights in a hostel with a bunch of girls, took a hebrew girl for a taste of tourism, listened to the shofar before i entered a synagogue outlet extension reading the 613 commandments on a computer screen... venice's pavement traffic and eating pistachio gelato, nothing much, i still preferred the Gothic distancing of Edinburgh's nights where i could be with cold-hands and warm heart inviting; basically i don't like tourist basins, or tourist wombs for that matter... am i looking at something predictable? yes, i am, a billion other sperms will see the same thing and perhaps write about it to insinuate poetic ambitions - too clogged up your thinking is to redeem yourself in poetry - you're hardly dislodged for the art - get a guitar and couplet it for a star-riddled pop music hit, go on, on your way, elbow push through the queue... go on, on your way... oh wait, you need clapping to spur you on?               here's my clapping onomatopoeia: blah blah, blah blah, blah blah; yes, i was in venice, didn't really care to write much about it - i actually didn't, just now, a sobering memory, not the type of memory that gets you drunk... well it's there, a bit like the Maldives, and it drives the delusion that global warming isn't creeping about the place like Nosferatu.
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A snapshot from the island nation of Maldives inspired this poem. The picture was clicked and uploaded to Facebook by a really gorgeous school friend of mine who just got married. As if the beach was incomplete till today, And the jetti was so lonely till this day, Now it feels complemented by your unparalleled beauty. This day is not going to end as the Sun has refused to sink down, It has made up its mind to shine awn & awn, All is blamed to your beauty which added up to the scenic beauty.
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
Atul
Scenic Beauty
A snapshot from the island nation of Maldives inspired this poem. The picture was clicked and uploaded to Facebook by a really gorgeous school friend of mine who just got married. As if the beach was incomplete till today, And the jetti was so lonely till this day, Now it feels complemented by your unparalleled beauty. This day is not going to end as the Sun has refused to sink down, It has made up its mind to shine awn & awn, All is blamed to your beauty which added up to the scenic beauty.
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I won the bloomin' lottery, Cor blimey so I did! No more scrubbin' socks for me, I've won ten million quid! I'm goin' on a ****** Nuffin's gonna bring me down; I'll be the biggest spender, Gonna buy the whole **** town! My new found wealth is awesome, Have you seen my mansion pool? I play tennis in a foursome, And my coach is really cool; On Wednesday's its Pilates, And on Sunday's it's Judo! Now I'm jetting to the Maldives, Toodle-pip -- I have to go! One finds oneself most indisposed, To do this interview; One's butler will be swift deposed, For letting you get through; One will accede to your request, Tho' Sir, this is your lot; Despite the wealth with which one's blessed, One has not changed a jot!
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
tryst
One Lucky Winner
I won the bloomin' lottery, Cor blimey so I did! No more scrubbin' socks for me, I've won ten million quid! I'm goin' on a ****** Nuffin's gonna bring me down; I'll be the biggest spender, Gonna buy the whole **** town! My new found wealth is awesome, Have you seen my mansion pool? I play tennis in a foursome, And my coach is really cool; On Wednesday's its Pilates, And on Sunday's it's Judo! Now I'm jetting to the Maldives, Toodle-pip -- I have to go! One finds oneself most indisposed, To do this interview; One's butler will be swift deposed, For letting you get through; One will accede to your request, Tho' Sir, this is your lot; Despite the wealth with which one's blessed, One has not changed a jot!
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i would never ask and you may never tell, but do you ever see that dream of us in Mexico? it's okay. it's okay. it's ok. you don't have to answer. just hush now and say something sweet to me inside of your head. Tell me dear tell me do you still see us at the Louvre, in the rain? is it me standing there or is it someone else? how do his hands feel? how does his voice peal? does his fragrance waft away from his skin and tickle the ***** minora? does he wash his sheets every four or five weeks to keep the lonely facade in tact? does he live on a staple of beer and roast beast, an occasional moonshine when the mood strikes him just? does he torture himself senselessly, incessantly, bridging the neurons to find he's forgotten it all? ... does he love Cherry Coke? no. he isn't there with you is he? it's somebody else. somebody with yellow hair to his shoulders and bright shining blue eyes: the kind of eyes that tend to outshine you, and all the things you convinced us you've got going for you. the kind of eyes that seep charity. oh, is he there with you when you're snorkeling in the Maldives and you realize that you've gone just a bit too far underwater... you're very deep when you well know you shouldn't be. then tell me: what happens? you are found and swept, carried and rescued until BOOM! You breach the veneer and there are all your friends looking down at you, thinking: "thank the Lord our Savior for Titus Arnold Masters McMajor." but love please love oh love, tell me who you really see. touch your lips and swear to me that it isn't the mediocre man who doesn't spring to your mind. both of you without a stitch, floating abreast and prone: skeletons in the Dead Sea.
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 5:44 PM UTC
stephane-noir
skeletons
i would never ask and you may never tell, but do you ever see that dream of us in Mexico? it's okay. it's okay. it's ok. you don't have to answer. just hush now and say something sweet to me inside of your head. Tell me dear tell me do you still see us at the Louvre, in the rain? is it me standing there or is it someone else? how do his hands feel? how does his voice peal? does his fragrance waft away from his skin and tickle the ***** minora? does he wash his sheets every four or five weeks to keep the lonely facade in tact? does he live on a staple of beer and roast beast, an occasional moonshine when the mood strikes him just? does he torture himself senselessly, incessantly, bridging the neurons to find he's forgotten it all? ... does he love Cherry Coke? no. he isn't there with you is he? it's somebody else. somebody with yellow hair to his shoulders and bright shining blue eyes: the kind of eyes that tend to outshine you, and all the things you convinced us you've got going for you. the kind of eyes that seep charity. oh, is he there with you when you're snorkeling in the Maldives and you realize that you've gone just a bit too far underwater... you're very deep when you well know you shouldn't be. then tell me: what happens? you are found and swept, carried and rescued until BOOM! You breach the veneer and there are all your friends looking down at you, thinking: "thank the Lord our Savior for Titus Arnold Masters McMajor." but love please love oh love, tell me who you really see. touch your lips and swear to me that it isn't the mediocre man who doesn't spring to your mind. both of you without a stitch, floating abreast and prone: skeletons in the Dead Sea.
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cogito qua sum because i thought the original cartesian model was too stuffy, had too many scientific models and was riddled with moths, plus it sounds better: thought in the capacity of being - plus there is absolutely no sequencing, no sequencing of events and then doubting that they happened, or denying they happened... (in relation to thinking about them) with the above stated you can have spatial awareness... for example? someone hammering nails has only a certain capacity for thinking certain things... someone watching the television has only a certain capacity for thinking certain things... as contradictory in strict cartesian terms as daydreaming: like sitting in a classroom learning about english grammar and thinking / imagining (the same thing, both cognitive faculties) you're on a beach in the maldives sipping a mojito or that you're riding a roller coaster: ergo et cetera... id est, multi vacuum prefix absens locus in metaphora... ego noto ******
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
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cogito qua sum
cogito qua sum because i thought the original cartesian model was too stuffy, had too many scientific models and was riddled with moths, plus it sounds better: thought in the capacity of being - plus there is absolutely no sequencing, no sequencing of events and then doubting that they happened, or denying they happened... (in relation to thinking about them) with the above stated you can have spatial awareness... for example? someone hammering nails has only a certain capacity for thinking certain things... someone watching the television has only a certain capacity for thinking certain things... as contradictory in strict cartesian terms as daydreaming: like sitting in a classroom learning about english grammar and thinking / imagining (the same thing, both cognitive faculties) you're on a beach in the maldives sipping a mojito or that you're riding a roller coaster: ergo et cetera... id est, multi vacuum prefix absens locus in metaphora... ego noto ******
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w sztuce musi trwać rzeka, bo kto chce sztuke, ten jeden raz, jakby brzeg morza z falami na re- re- re- repeat? i love arguing with my father and mother, i get to give them a quick lecture concerning art after i drank a quarter of their whiskey and asked things softly before being prompted to anger and the now famous quote i have concerning western society: but you know i shouldn’t have been prescribed anti-psychotic medication, that **** is prescribed in prisons where prisoners smash their ******** against the walls... you have a toothache? go see a psychiatrist! you have knee pains? go see a psychiatrist! you’re ******** with some blood? go see a psychiatrist! so i says to them... i may look like a ***** but my art will not become a ***** look at what happened to led zeppelin, four great albums in a space of 3 / 4 years and then nothing... crap... that’s what happens when you write great stuff and then take the stage to entertain... you loose the plot of creativity... oh yeah you get an audience, but you forget the little genius ( wingless angels, ugly ******* that crafted living loving maid (she’s just a woman)... ‘but you’re a puff pastry with your drinking, you’re drunk 24 / 7.’ ‘i sleep, that’s hardly 24 / 7, plus i couldn’t find a better sedative than alcohol, it’s not like i drink to party.’ well, the argument ends with: i forgot palm trees grow on the maldives... i heard the maldives have bigger ambitions than venice; well no, it ends with my father giving me a can of wd-40 to oil up the squeaky chair i'm sitting on.
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
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pergolesi was almost lost to the world
w sztuce musi trwać rzeka, bo kto chce sztuke, ten jeden raz, jakby brzeg morza z falami na re- re- re- repeat? i love arguing with my father and mother, i get to give them a quick lecture concerning art after i drank a quarter of their whiskey and asked things softly before being prompted to anger and the now famous quote i have concerning western society: but you know i shouldn’t have been prescribed anti-psychotic medication, that **** is prescribed in prisons where prisoners smash their ******** against the walls... you have a toothache? go see a psychiatrist! you have knee pains? go see a psychiatrist! you’re ******** with some blood? go see a psychiatrist! so i says to them... i may look like a ***** but my art will not become a ***** look at what happened to led zeppelin, four great albums in a space of 3 / 4 years and then nothing... crap... that’s what happens when you write great stuff and then take the stage to entertain... you loose the plot of creativity... oh yeah you get an audience, but you forget the little genius ( wingless angels, ugly ******* that crafted living loving maid (she’s just a woman)... ‘but you’re a puff pastry with your drinking, you’re drunk 24 / 7.’ ‘i sleep, that’s hardly 24 / 7, plus i couldn’t find a better sedative than alcohol, it’s not like i drink to party.’ well, the argument ends with: i forgot palm trees grow on the maldives... i heard the maldives have bigger ambitions than venice; well no, it ends with my father giving me a can of wd-40 to oil up the squeaky chair i'm sitting on.
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A sunset on the blue waters of Maldives, the Colosseum, a field of Sunflower, the graceful saunter of a Lion in the Serengeti, an evening at the Eiffel tower and a long walk along the great Wall of China. I want you to see these places, so that you can have a hint of how beautiful your presence has painted my soul. I want to show you the world, so that you understand what I'd give up for you. I want to love you as long as I can, to reach places in you you never thought existed. I want to curve a landmark of passion on your heart, I want to swim with you through storms and hold your sails so that you never drown just as you've held mine. You should never feel lost for no matter where you go, my affection will always shine your way, I want to hold your hand through all scotch and walk by your side till sunset. I want to listen to the rhythm of the night in the euphony of your heartbeat, I want to build a monument of you in the centre of the earth so that all generations will tell of one who found a seed in piles of **** and watered it with kindness till it bloomed into a beautiful wild flower. I want to tattoo your name on my mind so that I can never forget the magic you make me feel. I want to give you a kind of peace the world only dreams about. I want you to be the poetry I never stop writing, the story for the very last page. I want to count the sands on beaches of the world and when we're done, the Stars, I want to share with you the search for the lost fairy of forever but most of all, I want to make you the happiest person in the universe because you've drugged me out of the deepest hole I was ever thrown. I just want to spend the rest of this life repaying you, albeit I know it'll never be enough.
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Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
ignatius-hosiana
A Monument Of You
A sunset on the blue waters of Maldives, the Colosseum, a field of Sunflower, the graceful saunter of a Lion in the Serengeti, an evening at the Eiffel tower and a long walk along the great Wall of China. I want you to see these places, so that you can have a hint of how beautiful your presence has painted my soul. I want to show you the world, so that you understand what I'd give up for you. I want to love you as long as I can, to reach places in you you never thought existed. I want to curve a landmark of passion on your heart, I want to swim with you through storms and hold your sails so that you never drown just as you've held mine. You should never feel lost for no matter where you go, my affection will always shine your way, I want to hold your hand through all scotch and walk by your side till sunset. I want to listen to the rhythm of the night in the euphony of your heartbeat, I want to build a monument of you in the centre of the earth so that all generations will tell of one who found a seed in piles of **** and watered it with kindness till it bloomed into a beautiful wild flower. I want to tattoo your name on my mind so that I can never forget the magic you make me feel. I want to give you a kind of peace the world only dreams about. I want you to be the poetry I never stop writing, the story for the very last page. I want to count the sands on beaches of the world and when we're done, the Stars, I want to share with you the search for the lost fairy of forever but most of all, I want to make you the happiest person in the universe because you've drugged me out of the deepest hole I was ever thrown. I just want to spend the rest of this life repaying you, albeit I know it'll never be enough.
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hey, i’m not the one getting my morality faked by tourism, or faking being polish because i found the location of the maldives to be east of las vegas... but i guess the roulette does care for the choir you’ll echo when the echo is necessary, and the bagel will suddenl say through it’s fake bun-button: those holocaut jews were really in ownership of british passports... we are representative of their martyrdom... i guess one could claim a denial of poland some other way... denying poland the holocaust because the jews suddenly became mr. polanksi jr. could be accepted... but then i democratically veto a disrespect of the bagel... end of! well dough dough, aren’t we all wooed into sinking england by due course affiliating a secure future. *no wonder in the ***** of death and you in paradise hinge on taking me back to take a g.c.s.e. lesson in history! evens oddly the odds. how about we revise geography? no? ah.. oh well... we can learn something new of a palestianian polity in your agenda in a year or two; oh don’t worry... no new mozart will convert you or give you trouble to say the least; please please... we can hibernate the russians into death in order to make the americans fully aware... we can do that... and roll one of those grand cigars for the 51st star we’ve all been waiting for, ha ha. oh **** you’re right... freedom of speech... securing the nazis retired in argentina was a falkland right that got england engaged.* oh but you didn’t provide me with a safety of being ethically proud, or being nationally proud... instead you told me to be globally proud... and what’s that? the laughter surrounding copernicus?! no one laughed at the mongols... but everyone could laugh and execute galilieo... where does that leave me... in a society of ***** if it doesn’t... do i look like a **** oh but i do look like a **** you laugh at ****** i guess i am a ******* **** after all: totenkopf zu die ende; but you pride it so much... it’s called teen mom tv... even though it broadcasts on a channel that should have music on it!
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
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totenkopf zu die ende zu die anfang
hey, i’m not the one getting my morality faked by tourism, or faking being polish because i found the location of the maldives to be east of las vegas... but i guess the roulette does care for the choir you’ll echo when the echo is necessary, and the bagel will suddenl say through it’s fake bun-button: those holocaut jews were really in ownership of british passports... we are representative of their martyrdom... i guess one could claim a denial of poland some other way... denying poland the holocaust because the jews suddenly became mr. polanksi jr. could be accepted... but then i democratically veto a disrespect of the bagel... end of! well dough dough, aren’t we all wooed into sinking england by due course affiliating a secure future. *no wonder in the ***** of death and you in paradise hinge on taking me back to take a g.c.s.e. lesson in history! evens oddly the odds. how about we revise geography? no? ah.. oh well... we can learn something new of a palestianian polity in your agenda in a year or two; oh don’t worry... no new mozart will convert you or give you trouble to say the least; please please... we can hibernate the russians into death in order to make the americans fully aware... we can do that... and roll one of those grand cigars for the 51st star we’ve all been waiting for, ha ha. oh **** you’re right... freedom of speech... securing the nazis retired in argentina was a falkland right that got england engaged.* oh but you didn’t provide me with a safety of being ethically proud, or being nationally proud... instead you told me to be globally proud... and what’s that? the laughter surrounding copernicus?! no one laughed at the mongols... but everyone could laugh and execute galilieo... where does that leave me... in a society of ***** if it doesn’t... do i look like a **** oh but i do look like a **** you laugh at ****** i guess i am a ******* **** after all: totenkopf zu die ende; but you pride it so much... it’s called teen mom tv... even though it broadcasts on a channel that should have music on it!
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I swim in dreams of Maldives turquoise, blue tranquil trance stingray's sea bed belly dance
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Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 4:34 PM UTC
SCHEDAR
dives
I swim in dreams of Maldives turquoise, blue tranquil trance stingray's sea bed belly dance
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the day my cat was about to die i was in poland, visiting my grand-parents, then i became psychotically nervous and asked my parents to be flown back to england, i had all goosebumps eeriness on me, they didn't allow me, my sikh neighbour was taking care of the cat, a sadistic ***** who on any given opportunity would whip her husband, the cat's name was Oscar, a grey maine **** days later my parents returned from their holiday in the maldives, the cat was dead, died of kidney failure, he had a heart condition, but cats that have kidney problems live for years to come, they **** very slowly as if they have prostate cancer than narrows the ****** oesophagus ; the cat used to be cared for by my hebrew neighbours and was fine, but then this sikh ***** took care and in my post-mortem analysis killed my companion: take away the descriptive elements of a person, whether religion, ethnicity and you're racist to be honest, you bleach people, leave me and my vocabulary intact before you turn into a **** english teacher: leave people intact for descriptive language, o.k.? but you know what i did afterwards? the cat was toast turned into ash, sat on a shelf in a cardboard urn for a long time. but you know what i did after? i marched into a world war i memorial ground, where a graveyard was once, now like a hebrew graveyard with the gravestones stacked back-to-back... i took a croquet trolley, a hammer, and a chisel.. and there in the graveyard hammered each grave to wake the dead, until i hammered at one long enough to hack off a piece of it with writing, wrapped it in a black bin bag, put it on the croquet trolley and wheeled it off... and then in the moonlit night with shovel dug a shallow grave, in the garden, opened the cardboard urn of remains, scattered some into the dirge hole, closed the urn's lid, and put it in, covered the remains with dug-up earth, and then placed the gravestone on the dug-up site. mother inquired what i'd done with the ashes, i told her... walk to the back of the garden and see the gravestone. once too in the same memorial grounds i took a rock cross and put it on my shoulder, walked with it, and put it at the foot of the memorial where enforced memorisation of the 1914 genesis took to a public spectacle of where poppy wreaths are laid, and i put the stone gravestone crux over a poppy wreath - it must have weighed about 40kg if not more: a roll of roofing felt weighs about as much. but i buried my cat, and that's that.
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
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hammer-knocking on graves
the day my cat was about to die i was in poland, visiting my grand-parents, then i became psychotically nervous and asked my parents to be flown back to england, i had all goosebumps eeriness on me, they didn't allow me, my sikh neighbour was taking care of the cat, a sadistic ***** who on any given opportunity would whip her husband, the cat's name was Oscar, a grey maine **** days later my parents returned from their holiday in the maldives, the cat was dead, died of kidney failure, he had a heart condition, but cats that have kidney problems live for years to come, they **** very slowly as if they have prostate cancer than narrows the ****** oesophagus ; the cat used to be cared for by my hebrew neighbours and was fine, but then this sikh ***** took care and in my post-mortem analysis killed my companion: take away the descriptive elements of a person, whether religion, ethnicity and you're racist to be honest, you bleach people, leave me and my vocabulary intact before you turn into a **** english teacher: leave people intact for descriptive language, o.k.? but you know what i did afterwards? the cat was toast turned into ash, sat on a shelf in a cardboard urn for a long time. but you know what i did after? i marched into a world war i memorial ground, where a graveyard was once, now like a hebrew graveyard with the gravestones stacked back-to-back... i took a croquet trolley, a hammer, and a chisel.. and there in the graveyard hammered each grave to wake the dead, until i hammered at one long enough to hack off a piece of it with writing, wrapped it in a black bin bag, put it on the croquet trolley and wheeled it off... and then in the moonlit night with shovel dug a shallow grave, in the garden, opened the cardboard urn of remains, scattered some into the dirge hole, closed the urn's lid, and put it in, covered the remains with dug-up earth, and then placed the gravestone on the dug-up site. mother inquired what i'd done with the ashes, i told her... walk to the back of the garden and see the gravestone. once too in the same memorial grounds i took a rock cross and put it on my shoulder, walked with it, and put it at the foot of the memorial where enforced memorisation of the 1914 genesis took to a public spectacle of where poppy wreaths are laid, and i put the stone gravestone crux over a poppy wreath - it must have weighed about 40kg if not more: a roll of roofing felt weighs about as much. but i buried my cat, and that's that.
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Center of the globe& world with a latitude of 0 degrees, the heat is of tropic proportions via the suns --------------------------------------------------- close proximity. From Macapa to the Maldives you encompass a rare distinction, known as middle Earth.
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 4:44 AM UTC
allen-robinson
EQUATOR
Center of the globe& world with a latitude of 0 degrees, the heat is of tropic proportions via the suns --------------------------------------------------- close proximity. From Macapa to the Maldives you encompass a rare distinction, known as middle Earth.
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Crazy Horse Waits For Neil Young Working their way through the Harvard Classics half-moon reading glasses perched precariously on their noses, dozing off from time to time myoclonic twitches jolting hands and feet that pine to plug in and mark time, dreaming of that bait shop in the Maldives with a cooler full of Bud where a man could do some combing on the beach and wait for the sea to rise or the pending call that sends them up the attic stairs on a frantic search for their carry on luggage and the worn out Converse and that lucky tee shirt from Rust Never Sleeps. Never a doubt, not one; well maybe a few but the changes and chords will come wandering back and the chorus to ****** Up practically sings itself, but in the meantime the checkbook needs attention and a grandson’s home from Helmand and isn’t the Lipitor running low? Two chapters left in Moby **** they eye the phone convinced again tonight’s the night.
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 7:05 AM UTC
dave-hardin
Crazy Horse Waits For Neil Young
Crazy Horse Waits For Neil Young Working their way through the Harvard Classics half-moon reading glasses perched precariously on their noses, dozing off from time to time myoclonic twitches jolting hands and feet that pine to plug in and mark time, dreaming of that bait shop in the Maldives with a cooler full of Bud where a man could do some combing on the beach and wait for the sea to rise or the pending call that sends them up the attic stairs on a frantic search for their carry on luggage and the worn out Converse and that lucky tee shirt from Rust Never Sleeps. Never a doubt, not one; well maybe a few but the changes and chords will come wandering back and the chorus to ****** Up practically sings itself, but in the meantime the checkbook needs attention and a grandson’s home from Helmand and isn’t the Lipitor running low? Two chapters left in Moby **** they eye the phone convinced again tonight’s the night.
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i'm starting to really see it as the next Kenya, the Maldives or some obscure care for a seashell... exotica of an exile... funny how there's no book entitled: the exile... oh the misery of the jew, double afront with israel being met - that there's the book of exodus, but there's no book of exile - *czerwone korale! czerwone niczym wino! korale z polnej jarzębiny! i łzy dziewczyny wielkie łzy!* - i cite those words, to quote the unconscious, to cite the primodal drive to a feeding to relocate to a shared ethnicity, nothing to concern the spave voyage... to craft global economy, and cite Neil Armstrong... to be level headed, and to be of the earth bound, and unto earth returned... best be readied to accept morality, than dream-up immortality... but i am a marriage... i am but a marriage... i dance to a polonais, and i dance to a viennese waltz! and i shout hey! and i shout tango! too... such that the song be folk, and be the song of rowan... and given global affairs: it's nothing but cheap, a care to huddle, a care to hide... a care to ask for a tortoise shell and equal worth of year upon year to match up to the most deserved wise-men talk of immortality: the żółw and the dąb: Mietek! pats na ten żółwidąb! do tańca Mietek! do tańca! na tron oko sokoła! nic po nas z tą flegmą reszty, co o cycek świni maca pocałunek, i ssa dobytek! pierdolone kuci kuci, hyda... mlask takiej miłości! obfity w usta zamoczone w piździe i oleju. ach nie to! dawaj panie! niech tym dodać co nie jeden tchu hyd! jak złodziej Tuwim... ja też pragne wtargać sie w tło Ęngliszczyzny; ach nie tak... ratój panie Bank! ratój panie dynamo! ratój panie swój ostatni włos! a patem panie bij go panie, ten jedyny włos... o kłos! a wtedy z takiego poczynania: wydób księge!
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
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polonais / rowan / żółwidąb
i'm starting to really see it as the next Kenya, the Maldives or some obscure care for a seashell... exotica of an exile... funny how there's no book entitled: the exile... oh the misery of the jew, double afront with israel being met - that there's the book of exodus, but there's no book of exile - *czerwone korale! czerwone niczym wino! korale z polnej jarzębiny! i łzy dziewczyny wielkie łzy!* - i cite those words, to quote the unconscious, to cite the primodal drive to a feeding to relocate to a shared ethnicity, nothing to concern the spave voyage... to craft global economy, and cite Neil Armstrong... to be level headed, and to be of the earth bound, and unto earth returned... best be readied to accept morality, than dream-up immortality... but i am a marriage... i am but a marriage... i dance to a polonais, and i dance to a viennese waltz! and i shout hey! and i shout tango! too... such that the song be folk, and be the song of rowan... and given global affairs: it's nothing but cheap, a care to huddle, a care to hide... a care to ask for a tortoise shell and equal worth of year upon year to match up to the most deserved wise-men talk of immortality: the żółw and the dąb: Mietek! pats na ten żółwidąb! do tańca Mietek! do tańca! na tron oko sokoła! nic po nas z tą flegmą reszty, co o cycek świni maca pocałunek, i ssa dobytek! pierdolone kuci kuci, hyda... mlask takiej miłości! obfity w usta zamoczone w piździe i oleju. ach nie to! dawaj panie! niech tym dodać co nie jeden tchu hyd! jak złodziej Tuwim... ja też pragne wtargać sie w tło Ęngliszczyzny; ach nie tak... ratój panie Bank! ratój panie dynamo! ratój panie swój ostatni włos! a patem panie bij go panie, ten jedyny włos... o kłos! a wtedy z takiego poczynania: wydób księge!
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An insatiable wanderlust I wish to be, Beyond the horizon I ought to see. The land, the sea and many places, To meet and greet those beautiful faces. I wish to visit the spectacular Angkor Wat in Cambodia, Or tripping on a bumpy Leh-Ladakh Road ride in India. To swim among the tropical fishes in the Maldives, Or sitting at the edge of the Kalaupapa Peninsular Cliffs I wish to meditate at the peak of the Himalaya, Or adore the fascinating Great Wall of China. To romance at the Oia- Santorini in Greece, Or party at the Belearic Islands till the day ceased. I wish to watch the sunset illuminates the Pyramid of Giza, Or a calm sunbathe in the magical islands of Bora Bora. To get awed by the grandeur beauty of the Amazon, Or simply a Gandola ride in Venice like a Vagabond. I wish to sip the finest Bordeaux Wine in France, Or get drown in the madness of “Tomorrow land”. To visit the isolated Chile Easter Island, Or brave the arduous climb to the top of Fuji mountain. I wish to embark on a panoramic train ride to Machu Picchu, Or immersed on remnants of the mythical history of Peru. To witness the Aurora Borealis in Norway, Or the divine old city of Jerusalem is a must visit someday. I will travel through the land and the ocean, Could be a random plan without a direction. But I will travel far and I will travel near, And I will keep my feet rolling every where.
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Daphi
The world- my bucket list
An insatiable wanderlust I wish to be, Beyond the horizon I ought to see. The land, the sea and many places, To meet and greet those beautiful faces. I wish to visit the spectacular Angkor Wat in Cambodia, Or tripping on a bumpy Leh-Ladakh Road ride in India. To swim among the tropical fishes in the Maldives, Or sitting at the edge of the Kalaupapa Peninsular Cliffs I wish to meditate at the peak of the Himalaya, Or adore the fascinating Great Wall of China. To romance at the Oia- Santorini in Greece, Or party at the Belearic Islands till the day ceased. I wish to watch the sunset illuminates the Pyramid of Giza, Or a calm sunbathe in the magical islands of Bora Bora. To get awed by the grandeur beauty of the Amazon, Or simply a Gandola ride in Venice like a Vagabond. I wish to sip the finest Bordeaux Wine in France, Or get drown in the madness of “Tomorrow land”. To visit the isolated Chile Easter Island, Or brave the arduous climb to the top of Fuji mountain. I wish to embark on a panoramic train ride to Machu Picchu, Or immersed on remnants of the mythical history of Peru. To witness the Aurora Borealis in Norway, Or the divine old city of Jerusalem is a must visit someday. I will travel through the land and the ocean, Could be a random plan without a direction. But I will travel far and I will travel near, And I will keep my feet rolling every where.
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the crest of love, is neither a bed, or a knowing; love? love is always a lacklustre: a loss of attempting, the last refrain of song; my sweetest, you being the remnant, the "lost" remnant-song, you, by kindest remark, the remaining piano key being played, and lost in death, to be remaining in death's: pardon; since i have my song, i too have my word you might utter in reply, and, once more, make a weeping man: the worthwhile creature, with you, the trustworth combination: you have become, the saddle upon the horse of death, the ego driven life / or that of thought - the last & lasting - ever more - culprit of welcome or unwelcome time - of men tied to the tear, as those who by crying dare compare, or preserve... the remnants of man.... i keep my abode, as the cherished mould, schizoid mad, repeated countless times till the year 90 year proud.... i have you, and only you, and the acorn tree... my last remaining truce: having a prison of "offence" - my last last: loss of luck / fate; i have you, in the least: compared to! death moulds the living, more than the living past, have assuring sentiments to "guide with"... the dead are more prone to life, than the living are more prone to death... and what an oddity it is, to have become... but still the life with the pristine abode, is a life worth ascribing to, perhaps the last resort... but at least a resort: nonetheless... last man standing: is the first child alive; i call it, quite simply: project maldives.
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC
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of men who cry / lacklustre / project maldives
the crest of love, is neither a bed, or a knowing; love? love is always a lacklustre: a loss of attempting, the last refrain of song; my sweetest, you being the remnant, the "lost" remnant-song, you, by kindest remark, the remaining piano key being played, and lost in death, to be remaining in death's: pardon; since i have my song, i too have my word you might utter in reply, and, once more, make a weeping man: the worthwhile creature, with you, the trustworth combination: you have become, the saddle upon the horse of death, the ego driven life / or that of thought - the last & lasting - ever more - culprit of welcome or unwelcome time - of men tied to the tear, as those who by crying dare compare, or preserve... the remnants of man.... i keep my abode, as the cherished mould, schizoid mad, repeated countless times till the year 90 year proud.... i have you, and only you, and the acorn tree... my last remaining truce: having a prison of "offence" - my last last: loss of luck / fate; i have you, in the least: compared to! death moulds the living, more than the living past, have assuring sentiments to "guide with"... the dead are more prone to life, than the living are more prone to death... and what an oddity it is, to have become... but still the life with the pristine abode, is a life worth ascribing to, perhaps the last resort... but at least a resort: nonetheless... last man standing: is the first child alive; i call it, quite simply: project maldives.
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It is not you who I miss, it is us. At 2 when we were woke. Talking about the future and things; How you wanted to be a magnate, and I'd be your #1 supporting system; How we'd build a nice home on top of the mountain; How we'd travel to Turkey, riding air balloon, kissing near the sky; And how we'd make love at Maldives, enjoying every scenes. It is not you who I miss, it is us. At 3 we were still woke. Telling you how my day was. I complained a lot of things. I cried, not knowing how to control. You were there, you put me up. "Sweetcheeks, it is going to be fine." I believe I am going to be fine, until you're slowly fading away, and now us. n.e
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
brxken
Fading away
It is not you who I miss, it is us. At 2 when we were woke. Talking about the future and things; How you wanted to be a magnate, and I'd be your #1 supporting system; How we'd build a nice home on top of the mountain; How we'd travel to Turkey, riding air balloon, kissing near the sky; And how we'd make love at Maldives, enjoying every scenes. It is not you who I miss, it is us. At 3 we were still woke. Telling you how my day was. I complained a lot of things. I cried, not knowing how to control. You were there, you put me up. "Sweetcheeks, it is going to be fine." I believe I am going to be fine, until you're slowly fading away, and now us. n.e
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6,000 islands in greece 17,508 islands in indonesia 200 islands in the maldives yet you choose to inhabit yourself in the chaotic paradise of my mind _why.._
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Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
croox
staycation
6,000 islands in greece 17,508 islands in indonesia 200 islands in the maldives yet you choose to inhabit yourself in the chaotic paradise of my mind _why.._
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in paris, you loved me, life was amorous in the maldives, you desired me more than you ever had before, i don't think the bed every stayed tidy in rome, you told me I was a masterpiece greater than any of Da Vinci's in new york, you screamed, even the sound of the taxi cabs couldn't drown out the sound of you saying you hated me in london, you left me stranded, broke my heart and bolted, back to paris when this mess of a romance started, where you said you loved me.
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC
frankierowl
transcontinental hearts
in paris, you loved me, life was amorous in the maldives, you desired me more than you ever had before, i don't think the bed every stayed tidy in rome, you told me I was a masterpiece greater than any of Da Vinci's in new york, you screamed, even the sound of the taxi cabs couldn't drown out the sound of you saying you hated me in london, you left me stranded, broke my heart and bolted, back to paris when this mess of a romance started, where you said you loved me.
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