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Post a POEM expressing Ur Current Mood Pt2 Like a misty tear drop pattering off the tops off icy slopes, Pulsing through innumerable watery veins of the earth's thin skin, Forming vast meandering paths to the mouth of the ocean, She'll find her way Brave enough to feel what's insufferably ugly, As an unintended consequence of searching for what's strikingly beautiful, She'd rather be scarred by fire and buried in ice, Then give up the search for that safe warm place, And always, she'll find her way | |
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Balcony bound, to pace and to simmer,
To think complication into catastrophe, Mistake into malice, solacer to sinner. Maybe, just maybe, it was me? | |
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TeaAndTe said: Balcony bound, to pace and to simmer,
To think complication into catastrophe, Mistake into malice, solacer to sinner. Maybe, just maybe, it was me? Saw that on your blog. Thanks for posting. I get really anxious when you don't blog. Makes me feel incomplete. I'm walking in the footsteps of Sally, ok? What does that poem mean? | |
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thevoid said: TeaAndTe said: Balcony bound, to pace and to simmer,
To think complication into catastrophe, Mistake into malice, solacer to sinner. Maybe, just maybe, it was me? Saw that on your blog. Thanks for posting. I get really anxious when you don't blog. Makes me feel incomplete. I'm walking in the footsteps of Sally, ok? What does that poem mean? I do blog though. Where are my comments? My kudos? The poem is very simple. It's about anger and shifting blame. | |
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Beautiful pic and poem, by the way.
U two obviously share a genuine bond. | |
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topsy turvy
turvy top will this boredom ever stop?! come ci come ça and so and so this writer's block has got 2 go | |
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TeaAndTe said: thevoid said: Saw that on your blog. Thanks for posting. I get really anxious when you don't blog. Makes me feel incomplete. I'm walking in the footsteps of Sally, ok? What does that poem mean? I do blog though. Where are my comments? My kudos? The poem is very simple. It's about anger and shifting blame. It's not about that orger again is it? let it go | |
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Leave my feet alone
Dont chew my bone. | |
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donk said: Like a misty tear drop pattering off the tops off icy slopes, Pulsing through innumerable watery veins of the earth's thin skin, Forming vast meandering paths to the mouth of the ocean, She'll find her way Brave enough to feel what's insufferably ugly, As an unintended consequence of searching for what's strikingly beautiful, She'd rather be scarred by fire and buried in ice, Then give up the search for that safe warm place, And always, she'll find her way awww hon I don't know what happened but I'm sorry | |
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