But These Pieces
Beauty isn't brevity,and passion isn't wit.Honor isn't reality,and calamity is just perfumed destiny,doing the walk of shamefrom the bedof a well-planned mistake. I don't takemore than what you...
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Honor is a huge word, girl...not so much about having a code, as believing in one. Some things can't be moved...no matter how we wish it.Neat read Ali...
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You're right. Honor is a huge word. And even words, sometimes, cannot move the heart. Especially if that heart is stubborn! *grin*
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Awesome poem in every way. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. Lit with Kick!
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You seemed..enough to consider.Every breath only a suppose to pretend,real phantom.I liked when you couldn't find mein the square you wanted.I will never fit your thoughts/expectations.Perhaps on...
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If you ask it,I will answer:the Oracleof an age, past"use" for such things.I am new, in an old world,and sometimes you see me,then sometimesyou don't. I appearbetween the eavesof shadow, in a...
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I seek nothing you could,pretend my want.Everytime you assumed you werewrong.I will never be construct.I am not even within your perception,everywhere yu scrambling nothingyou might managemy and...
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Nothing is ever as straight-on as we'd like. "the pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple," after all. As for my perception--my reach is more than what you might expection:-)
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