Dear wind,
I miss the moan of your lips against my skin.
please come home.
love,
the oak tree on 5th avenue
Dear wind, I miss the moan of your lips against my skin. please come home. love, the oak tree on 5th avenue |
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I.... need to read the rest of the poems you've been updating us with lately.
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D&C 18:10: "Remember the worth of souls is great in the sight of God."
"I usually find that I am much smarter when I am not thinking about trying to be smart."
*da-mentors!
I read your note.
I'm still trying to think about what to say.
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Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
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And so it is, just like you said it would be.
Life goes easy on me
...most of the time.
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Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
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And so it is, just like you said it would be.
Life goes easy on me
...most of the time.
I just I wish I knew what else to say.
the image, the phrase, was stuck in my head.
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Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
I'm thinking, "Wait, I'm the tree! Wait, I'm the wind! Wait, they are things I know nothing or everything of..."
I always see all these circles of people on dA and wonder who they are
when I realize they could be all the people at my school and I just wouldn't know,
people hide so many things.
maybe I am the tree and I think I'm the tree because I'm feeling like I'm missing a certain anything, really.
whoever is the wind is likely the person who wishes they were the tree, so they could ask the other to come back and stay when there are plenty of people asking the same.
people are wanted, it always seems. by everyone and then sometimes at least one.
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Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
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