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Lets go off to the gypsy's store and buy a bottle of 1970 chicanery.
We're fermenting, old boy.
We, dusty old throw pillows from the last decade - still sleeping on tattered couches.
Yet the Gypsy sees how bright we are like grapes ripened by a long gone sun - glimmering in tandem with her sequined veil dangling before her eyes.
We know the truth, old dog.
We're ever so faithful riddles and drunk on our own beliefs our own answers and truths - waltzing through words, trying to give
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And I don't want dependents
It's no fun to be told
That you can't blame your parents
Anymore
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"Take some time to make some sense of what you want to say and cast your words away upon the waves." - Oasis
xo!
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
xo!
shane
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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...h`ic degismedi, hep s`onsuz...
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