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Tranquil clouds will soon arrive
after the violent storms of bloody coughs,
heaven hallucinated, hell a reality.
©2009 *warzonestoic
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-Shawn-

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:iconchrysshart:
wow. . . incredible imagery.

--
ChryssHart

"I have a literal lust for knowledge. Just ask Bryn, she was there when I Stumbled that etymology page. . . "
:icontrippy4u:
so much said with so little words...brillaint.

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GO, NEW YORK YANKEES...WE ROCK!
:iconalecbell:
A bleak prospect, vividly depicted, Shawn.

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There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations [link]

The roots of the future run deep [link]
:iconcibbwin:
This is great. Terribly, deliciously dirty. Oddly appealing.

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It takes courage to enjoy it!
:icondameodessa:
Incredible words, perfectly fitting to the sensation!

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"Toutes les âmes n'ont pas une égale aptitude au bonheur comme toutes les terres ne portent pas également des moissons"

Chateaubriand

(\--/)
(^.^)
(")_(")

:library: My stock account ~DameOdessaStock :typerhappy:
:iconirishroulette:
Harsh, scary, and beautiful all at the same time. This is wonderful!

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"Want to disappear inside you, 'cause that's the home I feel the best..."--Emigrate
:iconbillysticziploc:
oh my goodness that is powerful keep up the good work

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I hide because it's easy, I shine because it's right.
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I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior. If you do too and aren't scared to admit it then copy and paste this in your sig
:iconnaivematurity:
Yet is our reality only a hallucination
of veiled vision.

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"I see you on my blank sheet before I write..."

Vissi d'arte, vissi d'amore - I lived for art, I lived for love

Peace after Revolution.
:icondownwardssaint:
I had this idea, once, to get a bunch of blank business cards; write short verses on them; and leave them in random places.

I could just never think of good verses, that short, to write.

Yet, almost all of what you write seems to have the perfect amount of length and impact for such a thing.

I find myself somewhat jealous.

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...Dying is what the living do... dying is what the loving do... dying is what, to live, each has to do.
:iconifirejoice:
That is such a marvellous idea!!

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