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So-Called New-Age(d) Poet
Join Date: Aug 2007
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Struggle
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our clothes will ever smell like the fusion of our scents, because, even though we exchange coats when your teeth sound like a Parkinson’s victim playing castanets at a later stage, I still leave with my jacket on in the morning. I just wish you’d leave that shell of shyness more often, because I’d be willing to heave a barrier that’d protect you from everything that could hurt you in the world. But leave the gate open, for there are miracles in milliseconds shaped in small responses and reactions that you’ll never notice if you’re too busy staring at the same walls that gave you nothing but stillness in return. You’ll never make me believe in madnesses until you learn to love yourself, but I’ll help.
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Join Date: Feb 2011
Location: Chasing a stick
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xD a Parkinson's victim playing castanets? That's bloody genius, Andre.
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So-Called New-Age(d) Poet
Join Date: Aug 2007
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Thank you Alec !
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Preserving the name...
Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: Stoking your fire...
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peACE
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Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.
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