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[hereticalpigeon]

if i were brave, i would write the poem called 'the poor bastard who doesn't know me'
and if he was brave he would read it and open his heart like a lotus flower.

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The OpportunityTo Know Lost in a Crass Presesntation. Yet Agai

[mr_stubbly]

I have an extensive outline about how I was so magically affected when our LJ trails first crossed.

Unfortunately the liner notes were edited out since they would not fit on the CD version.
The tender perfection of a single flower's opening seemed brusquely brushed aside to make way for the production of a double platinum shipped horror of botanical excess.

The cross between crass commercialism and a hint of moisture glistening on the fragile opening of a rare and delicate flower.

Far more ephemeral than lotus, the Bloodroot lost every petal at the mere hint of a stir in the air.

[yhancik]

ahh... story of my life

[stray17]

the poor bastard that knows you

[stray17]

i've known you for awhile.
you don't need to be
brave-you're good.
he doesn't need to be brave.
you're true.

so trust me,
the old tramp,
cause even now,
it was all worth it.