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Where sand has the wealth and wind has the rush
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Charge of wave brings in item with no brand
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And leaves it with a gentle, salty hush
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. Footprints fading at each sunset's demise
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Death of light, then come mosquitoes flying
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honing in on sweat like plague in disguise
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mrmarmalade
15-Mar-13, 08:36
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to see beyond what the others are eyeing
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Middle of the night, two lovers enter
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the sandy cave while flinging their blanket
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Broad enough, they spread it in the center
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sitting down, opened the wine and drank it.
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mrmarmalade
16-Mar-13, 08:25
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As they would think, act and choose
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Made love in the shoreline after their booze.
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SHORELINE
Along the coast, where the sea meets the land
Where sand has the wealth and wind has the rush
Charge of wave brings in item with no brand
And leaves it with a gentle, salty hush.
Footprints fading at each sunset's demise
Death of light, then come mosquitoes flying
honing in on sweat like plague in disguise
to see beyond what the others are eyeing
Middle of the night, two lovers enter
the sandy cave while flinging their blanket
Broad enough, they spread it in the center
sitting down, opened the wine and drank it.
As they would think, act and choose
Made love in the shoreline after their booze.
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INK
In a clean white sheet appeared a small blot
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chaz-
17-Mar-13, 11:32
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Deleted by chaz- on 17-Mar-13, 11:32.
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Thick in clotting texture, drying in black
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Absorbed by the cloth, likewise stained the cot
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Leaked to the floor in a puddle of plaque.
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Carbon black that leaked from an old ballpen
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While I was doodling love-hearts like a fool
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Chump she was I thought, felt she was cheapen
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To use me as her her instrument; her tool.
<next line, bring in the seeds of change!>
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As the ink dried, my thought was in joyride
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While my mind raced with words she had written
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Graphic chronicle and just how she cried
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the-sigularity
29-Mar-13, 01:45
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With deep remorse and underlip bitten
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Although it was too late for us by then
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Blot caused by her, same that of leaking pen.
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