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  1. Pt.4 Only, the hatred of cages, made her forget the bonds it might have stood for...
  2. Pt.3 a loss more akin to a the beauty of fluttering snow feathers rushing skywards off the piazza ground, because there was no cage.
  3. Pt.2 A proud child who is not brave enough to admit that she fears the loss of friendship,
  4. Pt.1 got a wake up call..the kind that hastens memories, those nostalgia which send torrents of sorrow to bear upon a childish soul.
  5. sometimes when you turn around, you don't believe how far you've come. Still alone, but amazingly peaceful...
  6. the joy of words, only become feverish, when one forgot why one wrote in the first place...
  7. no heavenly melodies, nor gentle caress of the consoling wind can ease a heart which needs to be sad, and knows it so... #poetry
  8. Image of typhoon parma RT @suthichai http://twitpic.com/jy2sh
  9. #poetry (pt.3) it would be so easy, to just sleep into the cold.../ fierce but enticing cold..... (end)
  10. #poem(pt2) only a straight spot beam of sun allowed through the broken hollow/ numbness cutches me, reminds me my body matters so little now
  11. #poetry (pt.1) in an instant drop deep into a freezzing river/ all sky hidden behind the vast ice floor...
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  13. #poetry (pt.5) ...pray... let me fall out of words... pray...
  14. #poetry (pt.4) ...from inside the quiet library...
  15. #poetry (pt.3) imagining the warmth of touch, the battle, the odd and weird, the unthinkable, the fears, and love for these all...
  16. #poetry (pt.2) although stories try to keep us in books/ we must not be satisfied with just imagining the flight of wind/
  17. #poetry (pt.1) for now, there's no talking about what.../ to know you/ i have to stop playing crosswords/ for we really live among winds
  18. "somehow find, you and i, collide..." (Collide, Howie Day)
  19. #poetry one needs to deal honestly with suicide to be able to truly decide what one's life meant to him/her
  20. Monkeys jumping on my bed?!