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Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Quicksand (a haiku)
I’m drowning in the
Quicksand that filled my lungs when
You whispered ‘goodbye.’
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Inspiration.
I just think trees are amazing.
In a Treebole.
AriesLove
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
I haven't written here for about two years, but i've started writing again and slamming. Here's where i'll be dumping all my writing. Cheers!
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Oh, just the groupies.
The oldies and newies.
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Quicksand (a haiku)
Daddy
Pink Underwear
City lights
There is me
I'm Sorry
the things I never said.
The Path of Least Resistance
Hands
I love you.
There were five (prose starter)
She watches
Mirror
Windchimes
Pretty little blue-eyed girl
The Meaning of Life
Silence
Mildly frusterating
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