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pie in the sky
a stone in
your shoe
making your
gait painful,
slow and
uneven
a blue sky,
crumpled
up, thrown
out like old
newspaper
the baleful
wail of roses
injured by
their own
thorns
rigor mortis
take the heart
as other parts
become cold
and disinterested
ah love...
you old bastard,
you
your a stinking
drunk, blind
rainbow shining
out of a dog's
wrinkled ass
04/06/8:42pm/est.
Published 7th Apr 2020
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Anonymous
- Edited 10th Oct 2021 2:45pm
7th Apr 2020 3:35am
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7th Apr 2020 4:14am
I have learned from hard experience that what we call love is an illusion. The greatest love we can ever have is a healthy love for ourselves and our own life. It is when we can fully achieve this state that we will become free to be our true selves and no longer live in fear and desperation of needing another person to make us okay.
Good to hear from you Ben. Hope all is well with you.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
Good to hear from you Ben. Hope all is well with you.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
Anonymous
- Edited 10th Oct 2021 2:45pm
7th Apr 2020 4:20am
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Anonymous
- Edited 11th Jun 2021 12:45pm
7th Apr 2020 9:34am
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7th Apr 2020 10:31am
7th Apr 2020 12:22pm
7th Apr 2020 1:00pm
7th Apr 2020 9:55pm
7th Apr 2020 10:08pm
Wow! Thank you Angelast. That's a real compliment. I'm beaming
hug,
buddhakitty.
hug,
buddhakitty.
7th Apr 2020 10:21pm
8th Apr 2020 2:30am
