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The First Movement-The First Movement
I left my lover on the floor, arms bent like a lamp cord. He said to me things were different looking up; the ceiling was brighter, my eyes were lit up.
And he sank into sand tiles, his hands were raw and waiting, and waiting.
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Colorful
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what is beyond the water?
maybe death, maybe love, maybe a poem...
the rain was scattering silently
to the hair, to the shoulders...
walked ,
got lost among the verses...
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"Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures."
-Henry Ward Beecher
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thanks for the
-laura xx
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i come home in the morning light
Many thanks for Crystal Sunset.
A huge number of people contributed to it's success and you were one of them
This has meant a lot to me, thanks from the bottom of my heart....... ~debs
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Procrastinate now, don't put it off. ~Ellen Degeneres
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