poem
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Love is many faceted thing some people throw themselves headlong in, others simply play games with others emotions some find it hard connecting at all. Some go for attachment and merge as into one surrender their identity for the greater love, some are like twin flames burning so bright setting the standard of love so…
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The reflections in the mirror show a man whose old Yet that’s not what I feel in my soul I feel a lot younger than I appear When did the wrinkles start to appear Reflections in the mirror can be so harsh They reflect the hard times of the past They show the stress and…
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Breathless and exhausted We work so hard When we were kids at having fun We played so many parts Playing as if we were superheroes And footballers in the park We rode our bikes from the break of dawn Until it was dark Where did those days go? When did that energy dissipate? Where did…
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Let my hand travel to your heart And caress it with such tenderness Let my other hand touch you soul Submit to me and let yourself go Close your eyes and go to your secret places Let me in so that I can taste it Feel you essences start to flow Sense the energy grow…
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She wore the shortest skirts The highest dresses To turn men’s heads And liked them assessing Her sculptured body And her silky skin Her beautiful looks She wanted to be Their everything She new how to tease She knew how to please She knew how to be Super hot and sexy And I kind of…
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An intangible silence Spreads through this house And a chilling shudder Runs right down my spine, A primordial force Haunts these rooms I feel the cold air And the errie mist, Permeate my body and my bones. As I sit in this house on my own I hear screams, A guteral noise That sounds so…
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The tracery of filigree set wild in the imaginary of what angelic truly means and how I view her in my dreams of multiverse energy gliding effortlessly through galaxies of astral dreams that mean so very much to me and that enable her to visit me from a far off different spacial dimension this…
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She sleeps peacefully she’s lost in dreams resting among the starlight and the Quasar energies. She lurches from solitude into energetic vibrancy but then she finds a way back to her peace. Resonating bliss she is the grace and the love she is a part of creation a gift from up above. She is…
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We are one with everything, we are the sun, we are the rain, we are the light, and we are the dark. We are the love but we can also be the hate, we are the peace but we do not need to be the war. We are consciousness, yet we can be blind, we…
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She is seen around town As being so very prim and proper, Conservative style She could be confused as rank and file, In the women’s institute But behind closed doors she would supprise you, Silk lingerie and she likes to wear stockings And be sordid and depraved, She loves sex in every way And she…
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