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 "... it is not fun being a psychologist ..." he probes "... don't worry," she soothes "you are in control..." my Wolf got lost in the da... [read more] |
 في زاوية من نافذتي علقت في المنحنى ريشة بيضاء لصقتها بعض من زقزقه حمامة ومن حولها بقايا سفهٍ شهباء رأيت مثلها في المزرعة مكسية... [read more] |
 Like the ice melts down from mountain tops, Into different streams, each on its own, Relationships too have different forms, Even though com... [read more] |
 Noctuary, Noctuary Black flame burning in My Mind How many spells cast & fortunes told By the glow of your dim light? There within shado... [read more] |
 Make me runaway, even from me I feel as though I'm pushed aside It makes it hard for me Together were full of hatred Together were unfit so... [read more] |
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I am forever Music The laughter of the Sun Illuminating this darkened pathway for flowers not to stray in their transition from seed to b... [read more] |
 They have to bear the burden For they are servants, and they masters This nosy calibre who want spades Rather than spoons to scoop better gr... [read more] |
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Mama, my joy!Mama, my pride! You weep and grief for me When i toil or die for you. Young as i am my part I must play, i should never Feel th... [read more] |
 Valerie Thompson spent her days In service to the weak. She visited sick, fed the poor, Never a bad word did speak. She wouldn't hurt a sing... [read more] |
 he's been standing there for nearly a week now without a bite or even a nibble one thing is certain this is no hobby this is dead serious... [read more] |
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I was blind to myself I couldn't see clear It's me all the time It's my fault.. That I'm not happy As much as I should be I pushed him away... [read more] |
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how strange it is indeed for a man who loves the sea to be found here hold secure cargo in shambles none the richer for his travels last ni... [read more] |
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how strange it is for a man who loves the sea to go down on her unwillingly cruelly and in contempt of the laws of hospitality gagging, spu... [read more] |
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My clothes Fit well i’ve Grown on them You see the thin veil of interpretation between you and me My clothes are a Room of my own they Are m... [read more] |
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how strange it is for one that loves the sea having first fallen in an unfocused moment the thrill of the hunt overboard and alone in tha... [read more] |