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Untitled no. 33
What do you take me for?Some silly lapdogthat you can just throw off at your will,but then misswhen it runs away?I will not come at your whistle.I am nobody’s bitch but my own!
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Waking Sunshine
The sun shines through the clouds, radiance and smiling pillows of soft music caress her face and carry her on their silver bedsheets Emerging from her nap she yawns and smiles, a dull brilliance. … Read Full PoemWaking Sunshine
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Untitled (We Are All Made of Stars)
He sees the universe expanding within her He tears at himself to find his own and she tells him that they are one in the same Two galaxies whirling swirling twirling about each other They reach out their starry arms and grasp the space within.
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UntitledBuddha Diary Pg. 33
What do you take me for? Some silly lapdog that you can just throw off at your will, but then miss
when it runs away?
I will not come at your whistle.
I am nobody’s bitch but my own!
Waking SunshineBDPg32
The sun shines through
the clouds, radiance and smiling
pillows of soft music
caress her face and
carry her on their silver bedsheets
Emerging from her nap
she yawns and smiles,
a dull brilliance.
Untitled (We are all made of stars)
He sees the universe expanding within her
He tears at himself to find his own
and she tells him that they are one in the same
Two galaxies whirling swirling twirling
about each other
They reach out their starry arms and
grasp the space within.
The boy is mine, bitch 1 BDPg24
Shiny Star BDPg27
Rain Dance 1 BDPg25
