An Ending Love PoemSend me a fierce song. Send me a choir of rage to swallow- to drown- the caves seeding between my ribs.An Ending Love Poem
But if you know this season, cherry-pink petals and hoping buds, if you know that hope makes her place deep beneath the wet and muck, that hope knows no time, hope knows only being- if you have your shovel handy, you know that there is no room for anger. If blood bubbles, it spreads in floodplains, under down covers and soft giggles, never over rubble and heart's death, not in this season.
I've gone through love songs &n
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Just live your life
... and take a look in my gallery!
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Don't push the red button!!
A birthday rhyme for you
on your special day
Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is loving and giving.
Thursday's child works hard for a living,
Friday's child fears no foe.
Saturday's child has far to go.
And the child born on Sunday
is bonny and wise in every way.
find the day of the week you were born here [link]
More about the rhyme: [link]
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No one gets out alive all we can hope for is
when all is said and done more is done than said
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giveitaway now
hi.
Take care
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A storm is rising.
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