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puddle
she left my heart laying there a puddle of yuck and hurt and love and sorrow and joy and pain and beauty all jumbled up into a giant, messy, gross, disgusting puddle. how will i ever clean up this mess?
demonstration
Tthe demonstration he was giving was so boring, it nearly put me to sleep. That is, until the handsome demonstrator looked right at me and gave a me a smile and a wink, and did a little call me sign. Hmm...maybe I should have listened to what he was saying after all.
clue
i haven't got a clue as to how this life is supposed to play out i do know that i'm really tired, though of trying to figure it out
epic
this journey has been epic the paths we have traveled were interesting, difficult, fun, adventurous not always happy, we journeyed together i'd hoped for a love affair just as epic as our journey together but alas, a friendship was all there was, at best i tried to make it enough i failed left without love nor friend sometimes i miss our journey i miss my friend
wagon
I watched the little girl pull her wagon down the sidewalk the summer sun blushing her cheeks and dancing in her eyes. She stopped every few feet, bent over, and stared then perhaps would pick something up, examine it, and deem it worthy of a ride in her wagon. When she came near, I shouted to her, "little girl, what are you collecting?" She smiled big and held her open palm up to the sky so I could see them. "Treasures!" she exclaimed. "I'm collecting treasures!" she turned back toward her destination and went about her way her and her wagon-full of treasures.
hoop
dance little puppet dance jump little minion jump through the hoops everyone do what i say and perhaps i will give you the attention that you crave i do as she asks eager for my reward but instead she gives me more of the same and i realize that this clown mask has permanently stained my face
beehive
she laughed a joyous laugh her wrinkled skin decorated in brilliant colors the yellow-ish gold beehive spun carefully about her tiny head looked like a crown she was the queen of her universe how wonderfully life must have treated her i felt pride and envy simultaneously what a beautiful soul
fences
mending fences broken fences picket fences jumping fences pipe dreams all of them i'll stick to the fences of barbed-wire i've constructed around my heart
below
she put herself below me no matter how hard i tried to bring up next to me what i was who i am what i did was always too much for her constantly comparing herself feeling smaller and smaller so she fell farther and farther below me until the only way i could help her was to leave
accordion
he played his accordion with passion pushing and pulling the large instrument easily as if he were guided by an other-worldly force to most he looked ridiculous cradling this monstrosity in his arms like a baby but the look on his face and the life that radiated in his eyes spoke of his need to create his melodies smiling, our spirits connected he knew that I understood
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