A Word If You Can SpareHer eyes dart. There's me, left, below, and sometimes nothing. She's juggling, but doesn't think to catch her parts. They simply wait to hit the ground. Her face is focus, and wonder underneath. If you peel you find quiet fears with loud reasons. Her answers aren't clear but they are transparent. When enough words swell and battle to describe her, she fades, and in her absence, her emptiness speaks to me:A Word If You Can Spare
Newborn memory You stand before me And taunt me with The arms at your side
Your blood makes me move Your bones keep me still I need your skin to keep me Clothed
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DarknessIt couldn’t see, but this limitation had never occurred to it. Very few things had occurred to it, other than to listen to the occasional extraordinary vibrations. Sometimes, when extraordinary vibrations were scarce, it would listen to the ordinary vibrations, especially the deep and powerful throb that seemed to be constantly declaring its importance. Since nothing suggested otherwise, it decided that the throb must be important, even though it would often forget to listen to it.Darkness
These weren’t the only things on its mind, though. It did often realize, each time as if it were new, that it had parts. Each time it realized
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Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen...
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In the realm of infinity everything is possible
\\\"To be a successful procrastinator you must be a genius because you take what other people do in a course of weeks and mash it all into a couple of hours.\\\" - David S. Clements
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bernie
Your paintings are very interesting
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are you a senior, cuz ur kinda cute..
straight up!...straight up your mom!!
I'd rather fight with you than make love to anyone else.
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