Golden Brown texture like sun lays me down with my mind she runs throughout the night no need to fight never a frown with golden brown every time just like the last i'm her ship tied to the mast to distant lands takes both my hands never a frown with golden brown golden brown finer temptress through the ages shes heading west from far away stays
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Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments, flabbergasted to be in each other's presence. The world is an exam to see if we can rise into direct experience. Our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it. Matter is here as a test for our curiosity. Doubt is here as an exam for our vitality.
Snow days are nice and everything, but apparently they mean that instead of school I have to babysit, shovel the driveway, then go to the barn at 12. or before
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I like drugs. I like passion. I like innocence. I like playing my cards wrong. I like to write poetry. I like to ignore other's poetry. I like to be by myself. I like to feel guilty for being a white American. I like to feel predjudice towards people who are predjudice. I like to have strong opinions with nothing to back them up with besides my
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