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"puple" poems
Flying bloom to bloom, but no mere dance this faultless path. You favour puple, so it seems. Clover, thistle, orchid, no dream-like drift this bustling march. In each quick kiss no flower touched twice, no frantic frenzy, "keep on, keep on" your gentle buzzing seems to say. Until, pushing through an orchids sweet embrace, head buried in the blooms, Your tiny heart quietly ceases to beat...
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
Flying Through Orchids
In a busy town In massachusetts there is this college BCC At this cozy college there are 8 buildings But one has capture my heart completly G BUILDING Walk through the sliding glass doors Around the corner through the lunch room To the Dinning hall Noise assult my ears Beeping video games shouts of triumph Kpop and metal music Tables littered with playing cards Yugioh Pokemon Magic People as different as can be From all corners of the social spectrum Popular and geeks Join together in a crazy dance A swirling brightly colored tango Joined together by mutal intrest Riker, dear Riker puple fadora ever present My "Co-Pimp" a founding father of the trolling company Damien, Oh damien Your strangness growing stranger Your hair of deception Another founding father Jose, Dear Lord Jose You're pervertenss proceeds you Cat calling Video gaming Holly, sweet Holly Looking innocent and sweet Masking your wildness underneath Nathan, My Naten My best friend through the ages Opinions flying Jungle juice by your side Casey, My sweet sweet Casey Ghost story devourer Trusting you with my secrets Everyone's little sister John, John of the lake Annoying as hell but loveble all the same only kind things to say Josh, Or should I say Shoji Big Brother Laptop out Video game in Matt, My lovely Matt This is where we met Fate intervined brought us together This is where I belong This island of misfits This G building gang This is my home.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
The Tale of the G building Gang (mind you this is VERY VERY LONG)
This night I shall dream of your bedazzling Puple hair and Lion-eyes. Wrapped in the echoes of your eyes-music, I long to sip from your peachful lips. In my dreams, I soar on your plush pinkness -- skimming vast continents with hands and lips. The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our entwined bodies. Brilliant as enthralling lust, the seas greet us from afar. In the twilight we feast on chocolate-covered strawberries and tender lovehearts   Adorned in white silk, we pluck our raining love chimes from our thighs. I press the heart that you wear around your neck against my hands so that our hearts melt into one. You will always be my little Aphrodite, the Lion of my own eyes of love.
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Mar 6, 2011
Mar 6, 2011 at 5:55 AM UTC
Once More, With Love
Cwayons. Wagsy cwayons, Gween cwayons, Puple cwayons, Blue cwayons, Lellow cwayons. Wagsy, Wagsy, Cwayons. I liek cwayons. Deir cowourfull an pwetty. Peaple are liek cwayons, Each one a deffewent cowour, But deir awe cwayons.
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Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 12:29 PM UTC
Wagsy Cwayons