flesh

holding my breatha whimsy lead by emotions bottled up too long changed the dimension of our expression. with no regrets but much confusion i'm made to ponder the world's dynamics. when the taste of lofty dreams becomes bitter and those on the pedestal fall off without grace, my girlish visions and feminine pride unsettle and i find myself a fool. inhale deeply and wait; the surgical success rate is slim. if i die, let happiness befalls you. if i live, let happiness too befalls you. but please let not the fool hold her breath forever.holding my breath
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Feet, why would I need them if I have wings?
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.:*:.the Art of Possibility.:*:.
somehow i'd managed never to see any of your art. you're quite good. thanks!
-t
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_Trobaugh___
I am a member of:
~EmptyHeads
=macrophoto
why does everyday
the sky remain
over our heads
over our heads?
and would it be
impossible
to tear it down?
to
tear
it
down?
- strike anywhere
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