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[soulful_tiger]

It's raining outside...a really comforting sound. I've been writing poems i don't feel like disclosing. I'm trying to get it all out but something is restraining me lately...i feel stuffed... and unable to expel it. choking on hot words that rise and burrrnn ashes in my throat... connecting hunters with hell and colour symbolism

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[crism]

There is a lot of perhaps freudian inneundo contained in this entry, dear. And I have to say, it's Awesome hearing you swear.

here, this may cheer you up: My friend Aleah took it of me =B

[shesalligot]

i want to come soon!
i miss you

opaque is too vague

[hylozoick]

but solid food fuels soiled views
disconnected hunters justify bars
form follows function.... y'know?

the "if i...would be happy"-ness
keeps those forests full
sometimes rooms only hide what's in them