| 2 entries | | |  | | | | Genevieve | wrote | | Hearts rich when flesh was sallow
we realised our dreams puffed up in flame retardant paper
sailed high above the fallow green,
Within me, it spoke, saying 'we are mirror images.'
The closeness wraps the distance, and the many miles I walked in mind
To King Arthur's seat; it's pittance to the steps to your rising warmth
But them, not torn by traffic and not a cumulo' in site
With lime, and rum we take the night. Nashing on the teeth of disbelief
at how far the little things went | | | | | untitled | wrote | | In company
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'I Don't want anybody else' - Blondie
One can wear happiness as a glove
When reason says feel high because
a pedestal-like height in power
centred on yourself, remind me.
Like that, I couldn't be with one
Within I have a crutch under myself
Where All i want is myself. | | | | | 2 entries | | |
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