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Burn the bridges
and burn them all to the streets take for granted as pathways lie (say to find me). And now take courage cababley and humble, my child and take my pride hide it all in selfishness for this fault is all mine Now say all mine tis is my fight for there is this issue what here, what you never see See that the wind is blowing petals already torn but feel just for the graceful rose that needs you but not without it's own thorns |
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Burn the bridges and burn them all to the streets take for granted as pathways lie (say to find me). And now take courage cababley and humble, my child and take my pride hide it all in selfishness for this fault is all mine Now say all mine tis is my fight for there is this issue what here, what you never see See that the wind is blowing petals already torn but feel just for the graceful rose that needs you but not without it's own thorns such bending thoughts..beautifully wrought. Its Own For need has a thought only its own. A visual seeking to feel its thorn. Complacent the petal, torn in the breeze, Nothing like the whirlwind of seeds. Only a need, grown and reviving. A voice I have heard, its own sense of thriving. Raine Les 8/6/2009 |
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hey there, and thanks sharris !
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hey there, and thanks sharris ! you are welcome..new here? |
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I'm hopefully always new, sharris Thanks for the welcome back, my dear lady.
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Burn the bridges and burn them all to the streets take for granted as pathways lie (say to find me). And now take courage cababley and humble, my child and take my pride hide it all in selfishness for this fault is all mine Now say all mine tis is my fight for there is this issue what here, what you never see See that the wind is blowing petals already torn but feel just for the graceful rose that needs you but not without it's own thorns |
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Burn the bridges and burn them all to the streets take for granted as pathways lie (say to find me). And now take courage cababley and humble, my child and take my pride hide it all in selfishness for this fault is all mine Now say all mine tis is my fight for there is this issue what here, what you never see See that the wind is blowing petals already torn but feel just for the graceful rose that needs you but not without it's own thorns such bending thoughts..beautifully wrought. Its Own For need has a thought only its own. A visual seeking to feel its thorn. Complacent the petal, torn in the breeze, Nothing like the whirlwind of seeds. Only a need, grown and reviving. A voice I have heard, its own sense of thriving. Raine Les 8/6/2009 |
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