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affection
the ball slams heartthrob richoet of soul and mind time stops in that moment as it always does when i see you but this time it speeds up afterwards a sense of affection drops away into the timeless abyss waiting watching hoping for one more kiss
overt
The yellow flowers in their overt comeuppance of the spring time throngs fell fearlessly to the ground after three days in bloom then a new bud a new sprout stands against the tide fearless in his opportunity to sprout, bloom, and flourish before falling softly to their rest
overt
The yellow flowers in their overt comeuppance of the spring time throngs fell fearlessly to the ground after three days is bloom then a new bud a new sprout stands against the tide fearless in his opportunity to sprout, bloom, and flourish before falling softly to their rest
blasted
I blasted away at the heart of the one who used to say yes all the time. shafted she was once in the bed now on the street swearing, yelling, hurling insults filled with profane and harsh sounds like a gunshot in the wound of another being I have found the gun blast brings release.
flames
Busyness is a fire. life burns slowly, and what is found in tune within is seemless work. I don't know what it is to rest; i only know fire. i only know work. and the flames burn my flesh to cinders and my soul to ash.
knock
Knock down the door! All falls in centers of walls Shallow and little is the stability seen And Boom to you another Boom What in this dim lit hallway could awaken me From castles of boom boom boom What but a knock
baby
baby girl don't cry everything's fine its all okay everywhere everything in this huge world what a lie what bulls**t what enigmatic fallacy we're taught as children in life by our raisers and suitors and others
visit
Visitations are held up by the soft, lined hands of those who love without restraint without condition who can simultaneously see all fault and problem and love anyways presence is what we speak of presence is what we notice sometimes people attend an event but really never visit
promise
Promises are lighted by the soul behind the words that flow from the mouth. and each promise give to man from man or nature or God is a breath of fresh air in which we see our true selves: selves made for trust more than distrust for hope more than anxiety and for love more than fear
must
I mus walk forward and step in line and do my chores make it to work on time I musn't fall or fail myself I have to cook and fix that shelf and it all screams a kind of must but its not true--that you can trust
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