He was wearing black.


My LinesI'm drawing with chalk Lines which I am standing by, And blurring out too.My Lines


Early Morning WriterHazy blue-gray fog Covers all the little lines That construct my poem.Early Morning Writer


Ashes by TasuAshesAshes by Tasu
Down, down, down, into the depths I push my memories of you, My deepest regrets.
Burning up the time we shared, When we laughed, and cried, When you still cared.
But no matter the heat of the flame, Or the strength of the torch, The ashes still remained.
The flames greedily eat up the past, But nothings really gone, The ashes last.
| i am a secret identity |
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"Uh, Sonic, I don't think your putting it on right..."
"SHUT UP!!! How 'bout we just don't use it, OK?"
"But Sonic we NEED protection if were gonna do it..."
"TOO BAD, We'll feel better if we don't"
"BUT SONIC WE NEED SHIN GUARDS FOR SOCCER!!!"
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.Seeing The World Through Different Eyes.
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how does ur belly button smell like?
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9/06 SUNG KNEW
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how does ur belly button smell like?
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With all my poetry, short stories, photographs, digital art, traditional art, and music, I try to create meaning and evoke intense emotion. [link] check out my profile and leave a comment or two. Thanks!
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how does ur belly button smell like?
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how does ur belly button smell like?
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