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 It is AllLoving God's Will that you, sceptered Will, like your mother the Princess of Wales will work to end landmines, executions, war and... [read more] |
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SUN MOON AND STARS When we were children, we thought our father was the gold sun, and our mother the silver moon. Not til earth s... [read more] |
 by Jeph Johnson I had one of those adolescent wet dreams just the other night before dawn. The kind I've not had since... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson numb from love can I continue somehow projecting this illusion of worthiness? for she has exhausted all excuse and er... [read more] |
 Pin me down A butterfly in a book Preserve this ancient art Outdated and obsolete Why do you stand there statue? Too rigid; Too scared Touch... [read more] |
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Sphere of Emotion Constantly spinning Mirrored ball of love and hate showing the many flawed... yet shining Faces of you. Tattered fragment... [read more] |
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Whenever you touch me, it makes me sick your kisses burn with radioactive saliva your hands cut like razors across my body it doesn't mean a... [read more] |
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Lost within myself reaching through the quicksand all around Being swallowed alive as you hold me to the ground Reach a hand out Pull me th... [read more] |
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Marionettes dancing blind wooden eyes can't smile sealed inside iron lungs ghosts have no tongues Visions of the future Reflecting in shard... [read more] |
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My eyes are red But my eyes are dry I've cried all the tears That my eyes can cry I've thought about things From every point of view I've... [read more] |
 The poetess Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919) is seldom heard of today. Her fall from grace coincided with the rise o... [read more] |
 your hips are sultry when you sway to moondance in a complicated scenario of needle and thread and when you sway in a room of synthetic fi... [read more] |
 منذ ايام مضت و تحورت حول اعناق الزجاج احلام صحو في نهار و ترائت من خضم المرتسم ألفتني خطى الزمان و ألبستني ضيّق أث... [read more] |
 I wanted to capture your golden words toying with verbs and investigating the complexities of meaning rearranging and rephrasing to reas... [read more] |
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die aanvang was spontaan: woordebelle wat blink klink wat lag-lag gevang te word deur oortjies soos handjies wat ywerig raaktas ... nou wor... [read more] |