December 2010
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writing
Writing takes passion.
U have to use
left over emotion to blunt the pain.
U can see things in your
minds eye but it’s hard to capture if u don’t have an urgent need to rush it
out of ur brain.
Things don’t flow. THey seem congested.
That why writers fall in and out of love so much. it gives them that connection
they crave and it fules ur ability to write freely.
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what a diffrence a day makes
your beautiful brown eyes hypnotize me
the silk in your voice covers me
your touch washes away my pain and massages my heart
in a way i cant explain
you are my choice. you r my bed i decided to make.
i understand why u captivate me
i had the lock and u hold the key
i hope u never set me free
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Feels like...
I don’t know what it is with me and u. Its not like this is a good idea. It just seems so warm and fuzzy. Like ur favorite house slippers walking over hardwood floors with a cool draft nipping at your ankles such as winters do. It feels like hugs from a sofa and kiss from ur pillow. Wet skin on a terry cloth robe. It looks like bright lights in the court yard and smells of candied yams. It sounds...
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