And make an attempt to visit/follow my blog if you like my poems you ll love my writing people...
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Thanks a lot!


Under The SunHave you ever seen my sunflower girl? I once ran loose on top of her fingertips they were extended with a full length of paralysis 'everything is alive when it is sound' The words that were reflected from... Daylight There were pedals in the rhythm of our hair And the intentions were only to mess about in terms We traded our placesUnder The Sun
We fell from the books
But those limits were never worth the discussion I do not really trust some people that are seen (Or choose therefore to be) Like following an ocean into a sandstorm Th


I Miss YouI am still going to lose what is left of my mind,I Miss You
As I squirm and shiver through this makeshift tunnel that has completely enveloped the entire world.
There is panic and screaming inside of it.
There are no outsides.
There are no insides for me or anyone...
You show signs of discomfort and confusion.
Stalking around bedposts and trying so hard to fall asleep
and there is no making it there.
It is because of the vague little voices sweeping the ground of its colours
Wiping away anything that could possibly resemble the hope of getting that way.
Like an ancient


NightlingThis old house is crying out and you my dear, you sure know how it feels It's strong, it's pure, and it's fleeting It wants to make an impression upon you So think this through What they want they'll take it from you Nightling... With your cold, smooth eyes Where have you been on these cold winter nights? Has midnight averted your rythmic, sensual cool? To glow that bright with a kiss from the moon...Nightling
all is well in the land.
there are no more tyrants in my head
your writing is improving
hooray
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Now you can buy my book here!--------->>> [link]
You know what a voracious reader that I am...it's hard to type any adjectives that describe how professional your work is! When fame comes, I'll be very proud to say that I know you!
it's me!...mark
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~painted flowers don't smell~
Member of
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Check it out, I think you ll like... Its more then appreciated Mark and means a lot!
Just need to get it out there...
Cool style man, people would buy that.
I know Id buy one haha
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Now you can buy my book here!--------->>> [link]
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