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  1. i carry angles of our abandance on my shoulders and everyday i have to walk eleven floors to bring them home 📷christos zografos | Saatchi Art

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    Home is where I can mentally reset. Do you agree? Get your copy of IN CASE OF A FIRE TAKE THE STAIRS BEFORE ITS TOO LATE! Poetry. Prose. Self- help. Follow. Tag a friend. Get your copy 📚

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    We present to our readers: Even Nature Grieves Your Passing by Arlene Antoinette

  4. In I dive Into your kiss - from my book One hundred valentines - - link in bio -

  5. You pay the Of writing Poems & By letting people judge you Through your pen

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  7. my ladder broke on the way to heaven and scarlet thread bleached on both of my wrists hell, it's burning each of my feathers to be falling like a seed of dandelion down this scorching mouldering earth

  8. And my price of my happiness Cannot be measured by the words Written in a prose on a book

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    I do things on these two feet that will leave you asking, who he? Ya baby mama love Obama, but she is perplexed when she sees me. Fat, black ashy bastard with a cold smile, are those gold teeth? Yes my dear, now come down here and rock, oh and say cheese.

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    Despite the fluctuations in patterns, can you find seasonal ? My thoughts are at sjt.html?m=1y responses on are welcomed in .

  11. it trembles in my chest not heart though I can hear its beating not fear though I can sense its presence there but I see light and I see glimpses winking in the distance pieces of Universe and me in it

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    Life on earth is the most beautiful of the flesh 🌌🌙🧜‍♀️🌎🧞‍♂️🌞🪐💫🌠

  13. see cold hands can warm you better if it's the hands of loving heart

  14. i don't sleep anymore my dreams are empty wagons roaring rails and pebbles hitting on the floor just dust on lashes no more! it crushes me! no more!

  15. my ego frantic child of devil favorite of sins likes to whisper crispy whispers in ears dragging up and down pulling in and out it plays with me as if I'm mere marionette in hands of deathly power that has no happy end

  16. keep your kisses on your lips till you find the right ones to share it with

  17. thousand winters warmed my fading light into a life i was convinced give up so many times

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    Wanting so much to possess talent and title of works, but what if this flower was a collage of loved ones pedals? We better share the moment with loved ones before all this world is dust.

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    Phantasmagoric day. I had to come home from vacation. The same as I do. I am going home. I have never had valence of the day. I am not a fan. I can only get a lot, but they never come back. They never come home. They are always open for no one.

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