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when you winked I knew you and I were meant to be do you have it in pink?

CLEAN UP ON AISLE THREE...AISLE THREE don't you need at least six words for an epic?

no and they now have exclusive rights to your soul didn't you read the fine print they will always be yours....please be more attentive...they hurt people

life is a while

. . for you D... poets are painters words as colors forms for brushes your ear their canvas painters are poets shades as sounds hues for voices your eye their page . . . Cilla...exactly . Cilla...exactly

we write and invite both good and bad from those who know those who don't from others who show and some who won't put their faces to the disgraces we view pushing poison from our pen until finally once again full, we turn away and sadly sour we say enough is enough

we ask for strength for them and for ourselves we shed tears for what we know we hold hands to our chests and gasp for a breath we plead to our God to be merciful we do this and more all the while forgetting who the survivor is edit: Mizzy...thank you for understanding

if you want to write nothing will stop you and it will be painful and some will say things unpleasant but persevere and be yourself and in time you will write who you are and when that day comes the weight of their words shall sink in the shallows as the glory of your words will carry you above...