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Summer sweltered in her summer retreat - Necking hot and heavy on the back seat. In the heat of the moment Summer’s passion did foment - Lost her cherry in that moment of heat....

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See if there was an Olympic Games for drugs Would the use of every drug be expected All the MJ athletes still at the starting position in an endless loops of yeah are you alright 72 hours after the gun went Might have to call it a draw Ever coke cola fans disqualified for false starts That guy hit a satellite...

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Each summer I sunbathe quite nude Onlookers gasp, they think it’s rude Cos I'll open my thighs To deter pesky flies I'm thankful my spouse is no prude! ...

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Silky black hair, blue pearls for eyes Personality larger than a moonlit sky Smile so bright it lights up the room Look at her your heart goes boom Goosebumps and chills, Dreams filled with thrills A woman so loving what more to say To you my sweet friend, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ...

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Pixie within the pink let me swirl your tyranny into the high-octaved melody of my earliest endurance Right as the clock ticked to six, the creaking sound of my mother’s war cry made me bury myself under the blankets. Laying on the pretty quilted baby pink sheets as the pillow moulded to my head’s shape, opening my soul’s...

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Shaking my head, back and forth Will someone slap me, please Over and over, again and again Please. Slap some sense ... into me Slap me. Slap me, pretty please Slap, some more sense into me Seriously, slap me silly Slap me to my knees Allow me to become a flower Exposing me, at my...

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I found the one I will never forget. And so, I have sentenced myself to a lifetime of remembering. Not in joy. Not in ease. But in quiet, daily doses of pain even the universe cannot subdue. The kind of love that burns clean through without permission— and stays. Not like a memory. Like a wound that learned how to breathe. I found the one who will be in every morning fog, every echo of a door closing, every...

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Words both good or bad are very powerful, bad words said are like a volcanic eruption to the soul. Why do family and friends hurt each other, do they not understand what it does to the other person ~ volcanic eruption of the soul takes place. These painful words and actions are like hot lava, hot lava running out from ones...

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The city speaks in static not loud, not soft, just indifferent. It hums beneath the sky's neon bruise, where overpasses arc like broken spines above rivers of unmoving faces. I wait for nothing at the pedestrian bend a chipped corner where the dust gathers like the memory of a voice I haven't heard since home. The gum-stained cement remembers me. The railings dull with a thousand...

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Basking in the sunlight In a field of flowers A peaceful look in her She looks up to the sky And realises how much she loves life This is all she wanted In a world that eradicates through hatred In this moment She felt grounded Listening to the sounds of nature She lost a lot of her...

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The world is bleeding; anyone can see. Red with blood it is indeed. Oh, when from pain will we all be free? A sickness infects the bourgeoisie while we suffer from callous leaders’ greed. The world is bleeding; anyone can see. You can’t disguise wealth’s stench with sweet potpourri when slaves to poverty are mired in their need. Oh, when from pain will...

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It's brought to you as if sincere, "The News" truth be damned! Knowingly false, the agenda, deception without compunction, to what end? Now its up to us to decipher, when the "Truth" are really lies!...

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secrets isolation ultimately bloom brightly connecting in spite of all odds when true spirits prevail...

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"With each wave of anguish that crashes over me, I find myself drowning in my own tears." ~ by poet I walked through the rusted gates and entered a godforsaken plot of land. A family cemetery on top of the hill near the River Strand. A chilled...

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The human body may be a marvel, yet the aesthete prefers his were marble or gold or some other precious metal with a life approaching to eternal! For flesh and blood fail miserably as a hope suitable for longevity, requiring daily sustenance for hopeful future permanence. Then, too. human flesh isn’t practical, it offers life that’s neither long nor natural; and who wants a life...

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