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Allies | Saint Solitaire
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Either You Love Me Or You Dont.
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Abraq ad habra | Disasterope
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It's just me. June 16, 2013. I create as I speak. Nothing magical, undesigned fantasies. I create with what’s been given me. Is not a command. Not an empty word for the magic things. We hope to be or that we hope to see. Is the power to be. The creation I was called out and destined to unleash. Creating beauty with each word I speak. When you invade me,. All the ugly flees. My dirty feet you’ve washed. My empty heart, you fill so fully. A heart that fails so constantly. Alive is the weak,.
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disasterope | Disasterope
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It's just me. June 16, 2013. I create as I speak. Nothing magical, undesigned fantasies. I create with what’s been given me. Is not a command. Not an empty word for the magic things. We hope to be or that we hope to see. Is the power to be. The creation I was called out and destined to unleash. Creating beauty with each word I speak. When you invade me,. All the ugly flees. My dirty feet you’ve washed. My empty heart, you fill so fully. A heart that fails so constantly. Alive is the weak,. June 8, 2012.
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Tiny specks | Disasterope
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It's just me. January 20, 2012. Where no one knows me. Like I –. A fellow wretch, safe. A world I find. As I walk closer to your side. I do not know. I am not here. To make a home. Filed under Words from my head. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Amen | Disasterope
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It's just me. January 30, 2012. I dream today, a little differently. Worst case scenario fantasies. No longer get the best of me. I was created with a gift. Of creativity, I want. To create nothing but beautiful. The audience I aim to please. Has been narrowed down. Simplified, solely between. Filed under Words from my head. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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Photo Box | Disasterope
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It's just me. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Another little haiku from Sunday morning breakfast….
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I spy | Disasterope
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It's just me. June 8, 2012. I spy the world’s tiniest police car. A set of hand prints times three. A ceiling sky with almost stars. And a pair of feet under me. I spy a memory soaked photo box. A handkerchief of blue and green. A gift of treasured speckled rocks. And a sleeping beauty next to me. I spy a welcoming, hopeful sleep. An early good night morning. A warm body that wants next to me. And a peaceful rest awaiting. Filed under Words from my head. And tagged I spy. One response ».
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Proverbialousness Nonsensicalities of One Twenty Four | Disasterope
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It's just me. Proverbialousness Nonsensicalities of One Twenty Four. January 24, 2012. Will spoil the formaldehyde. A bird in time,. Those who live in critical houses. Shouldn’t throw temper tantrums. The shortest distance between two muffins. Is a straight handle. A star a day. Keeps Noble Six away. He who jumps last,. You can’t keep a lovely man down. You can’t teach a purple girl old tricks. Life is clever, life is pretty. Is not the goal. The way to a man’s glory. Is through his apology.
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My Notebook | Disasterope
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It's just me. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Another little haiku from Sunday morning breakfast….
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