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More like her
I strayed a bit from the actual line - but this really inspired me.
Yesterday I found your letters, in a small wooden box
I couldn't read them before - but suddenly that doesn't stop
me from tearing them open and scanning the pages
looking for love lines, and goodbyes, because those were always my favorite
Today I went over those letters - the ones ( Read more... ) -
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there's a pencil in her hand and she can't wait to get it down,
the stories of her future and the plans for her past.
there's the poems where she writes about
the star and the moons, the skies and the cloud,
the hearts and their love.
but the worst are the letters she writes to lovers.
it cuts them deep and disfigures their faces
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messages that can't be traced
She shivered, staring, gaze caught and held by the window. She studied the pane of glass aged wood separating the window into six small squares barely any space within each. She senses more than sees the words written in the ghostly script. Tempered by time, they linger on the back of her throat, and dance across the pane of glass before her. ( Read more ) -
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New Line
Messages that can't be traced
Use the tag: messages that can't be traced
Line contributed by iki_teru a while back
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Housekeeping- Is ( Read more... )
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true love
soft spoken and soft bodied
with a will of solid gold
she drew me fancy lines
telling me of romantic worlds and
a life of billed greens and greener grass
turns out all she was was green
i left this place seeking
a calmer love and an earned dollar,
less lipstick marks on collars of my
soft white dress shirts
less flashing lights and high percentage drinks
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Pulling his shirt closer around her, she emptied the grinds into the filter and into the machine. She turned it on. Absently she turned on the television, having grown tired of the radio. Morning news hour: traffic accident claims the life of a father taking his daughter to soccer practice. Farmers now using drones to monitor their crops. Global ( Read more... ) -
New Line
New Line
I could see it in his/her eyes
Use the tag: I could see it
Line contributed by levi_averi, now acolorshugh
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Housekeeping- Is anyone else ( Read more... )
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The Fear
Minda sits in the waiting room flipping through a magazine. Staring down at the page, not really reading it, she catches the phrase “the cult of capitalism” and realizes she doesn’t even know what magazine she’s reading. She tosses it away. Anxious, she edges toward the end of the seat. She’s been waiting for a while now.
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Frank and Marx
Frank was a hypocrite. As he sat in his king size bed, that was the thought that popped into his head. "I am a hypocrite," he said outloud. The clock next to the bed said 6:30 am. He was tired. He'd been up all night reading the Communist Manifesto. Marx had it right, he thought.
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The American Dream is contagious ( Read more... )