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     Dear wind,
          I miss the moan of your lips against my skin.
          please come home.

                    love,
                    the oak tree on 5th avenue
©2009 ~Ghrey
:iconghrey:

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:iconhitotsuboshi:
Short and sweet and heartwarming. :)

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! :w00t!:
:iconghrey:
It's absolutely ok if you take your time. they'll still be here.
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.
:iconfierypoplartree:
I love this so much. <3

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And so it is, just like you said it would be.
Life goes easy on me
...most of the time.
:iconghrey:
Thank you. :) :D

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Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
:iconfierypoplartree:
My pleasure, of course. <3

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And so it is, just like you said it would be.
Life goes easy on me
...most of the time.
:iconjuliaterese:
This is fucking amazing! I never like things this much.
:iconghrey:
thanks,
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.
:icontomorrowistrue:
unbearably sad and really funny.

I'm thinking, "Wait, I'm the tree! Wait, I'm the wind! Wait, they are things I know nothing or everything of..."
:iconghrey:
I think it's so interesting when you are on the outside of things to look on the inside of things and realize they are not entirely as different as they seemed back on the outside of things.

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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