In Soviet Russia, poem write you.


trick sticktrick stick rising like a plastic bag caught in an updraft but there is no room for me… in this fast paced lifestyletrick stick
slick brick flying out of my hand through closed minds; shattering beliefs in prejudice the shards still lay with nobody around to sweep them up!
disdain is d r i p p i n g across the flesh of human and animal as well for what is human but BEAST


Wonderous RainOh rain, how I love thee, Pouring down, full of passion; As you are falling to my feet I am drenchedWonderous Rain
in pure emotion dripping from a grey sky.
Falling on me so gently; moving my heart to where
my head can mimic
the loving action of my neck and lay itself to watch this beautiful sorrow; pitter-pattering on the window in my room.
Oh rain, a weak force which shows the truly awesome vigor of the elements. And as it calms, the sill is
soundless, deafening me, I yearn for the drizzle to wash my feet
fresh
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-William Hill
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Je t'aime Sarah
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Thank you
G
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Cry for you. Shed tears. Mourn. Wish the end.
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