Topic: Pretentious Poetic Pandering - part 2 | |
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This one goes in the ...Rawr...file |
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Pretty |
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Way cool! |
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I wish I was there... |
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I wish I was there... so am i... |
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Beautiful |
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Beautiful just stare at it |
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"I no longer know the love of flowers;
the path before them grows, and twisted knots and pots of rot the sunshine loves to throw. I'd love to be the girl that leaves these vines of mine behind, but every thorn is sweet relief... I'll never find the time." |
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to spend a day or even a year pondering a miracle such a privlege |
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two birds on a branch
look up at the sky and have no idea that I cannot fly I look from below and wave them good bye sayonara sweet beauties who treat my damp eye |
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