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"salicylic" poems
Two ancient eagles often meet free and high, celebration dancing our death spiral or mating dance. Flying over this weeping willow forest lands we found Our white willow tree bark healing properties own salicylic acid relieving pains and inflammations.   Our beautiful pendular branches, the weeping willow trees of us, symbols of fertility are; out willow trees grow best by side roads by body of water rivers lakes, or ponds. And us special eagles, mate by the sea. And like us our willows of life attract scary snakes, but also birds bees butterflies, cocoons moths many diverse birds make a home in us. Our willow trees seem to hide a fertil sadness within. In our roots, creatures find habitat restauration erosion control and perfect ******** growth of 6 to 8 inches length. Our willow trees filter poisons grows quickly and live longer with a human touch like ours. Our weeping willow tree established root systems decontaminating water and soil. Raindrops drip down our leaves. My weeping is called pillow P****y willow tree. When our weeping tree grows largest it casts a grave size shadow and a family member goes supernovae or so it's written. Thank you my weeping willow tree, sweet poet mine for placing baby blankets under our weeping willow tree. Your invitation uncovered accepted loved and cherished eternally. To the one poet Sonnet 75 my True love, this one honors the day my smile captured thine heart, my weeping willow my everything beloved. ~~~ Inspired by a tree of life planted in my honor once upon a time. ~~~ By: Mr And Mrs Andrews
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Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 1:57 AM UTC
mr-and-mrs-andrews
Death Spiral or mating dance.
Two ancient eagles often meet free and high, celebration dancing our death spiral or mating dance. Flying over this weeping willow forest lands we found Our white willow tree bark healing properties own salicylic acid relieving pains and inflammations.   Our beautiful pendular branches, the weeping willow trees of us, symbols of fertility are; out willow trees grow best by side roads by body of water rivers lakes, or ponds. And us special eagles, mate by the sea. And like us our willows of life attract scary snakes, but also birds bees butterflies, cocoons moths many diverse birds make a home in us. Our willow trees seem to hide a fertil sadness within. In our roots, creatures find habitat restauration erosion control and perfect ******** growth of 6 to 8 inches length. Our willow trees filter poisons grows quickly and live longer with a human touch like ours. Our weeping willow tree established root systems decontaminating water and soil. Raindrops drip down our leaves. My weeping is called pillow P****y willow tree. When our weeping tree grows largest it casts a grave size shadow and a family member goes supernovae or so it's written. Thank you my weeping willow tree, sweet poet mine for placing baby blankets under our weeping willow tree. Your invitation uncovered accepted loved and cherished eternally. To the one poet Sonnet 75 my True love, this one honors the day my smile captured thine heart, my weeping willow my everything beloved. ~~~ Inspired by a tree of life planted in my honor once upon a time. ~~~ By: Mr And Mrs Andrews
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My skin peels and in the places reborn I apply products that charge me for beauty and self-esteem. This isn't really what I need. My skin peels the salicylic acid burns my flesh, but it whispers, “I am not the pains of my father,” and I believe it. I stand in the mirror and lock eyes to skin. You are not the pains of your father. You are not the pains of your father. My eyes refocus, and I realize I've been talking to myself again. My skin peels, and in the places reborn what's underneath is revealed: Raw flesh and parental issues. When will my showers clean me instead?
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
Pigeon
Sunburn
My skin peels and in the places reborn I apply products that charge me for beauty and self-esteem. This isn't really what I need. My skin peels the salicylic acid burns my flesh, but it whispers, “I am not the pains of my father,” and I believe it. I stand in the mirror and lock eyes to skin. You are not the pains of your father. You are not the pains of your father. My eyes refocus, and I realize I've been talking to myself again. My skin peels, and in the places reborn what's underneath is revealed: Raw flesh and parental issues. When will my showers clean me instead?
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