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PerspectiveIf I could see the bricks that built these walls, Behind the smooth cold paint; And see the foundations, and the frame, Of this hollow mansion.Perspective
If I could see the sense created by the words, In the simplest of stories; And see the picture before the page Is turned once again.
If I could see the snow through the blizzard, And stand in awe; For the magic of the shapes would strike If I could see each flake.
If I could see the trees before the wood, Within the deepest forests; For the wood is worth none if trees Remain forgotten. &


How do you dream? How do you dream?How do you dream?
Do you feel the waves of warmth ripple th
| A collection of poetry written over the past 3-4 years...but not all in chronological order! |
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Sic astra volunt.
Si cesidit, de genu pugnat.
Sorry for my English
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Live by your spirit, and follow your dreams.
Just wanted to say congratulations for your demonstration today. It must have been terrifying, all 50 of us tearing apart your babies. Well Done! I really enjoyed it, even if Mrs Davies teared into me. Thats taught me not to speak up lol. Going to read some of your newer stuff now.
x
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Everything I've been and am all comes together in this writing hand...
It's Jess, I met you at Patrick's? The really drunk one that's friends with Alex?
Your stuff is really really good!
(Alex gave me the link to your dA, hope you don't mind, ^_^)
xoxo
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And pinpricks in the velvet catch your fall...
MCR saved my life, so for that I owe them everything
Check out my art. Pretty please!?
Pushups in drag...? If you insist Gerard darling, if you insist
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B3
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