fly blue and yellow
bow your head, hands together
pray for peace on earth
My long search continues.
How does it work?
Terrific!!!
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By Steve Lance3 years ago in Poets
I’m beyond furious but I must pretend I have no mouth and I cannot speak I have chosen to stay with the person that ripped apart my heart, ripped up my face, ripped up my hair, torn through my skin
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 days ago in Poets
It is a beautiful piece of writing. Converting it into a cohesive narrative allows the wisdom to flow like a conversation, moving from the metaphysical "why" to the practical "how." Here is your article refined into a flowing paragraph format with a new title and subtitle.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 days ago in Poets
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)6 days ago in Fiction
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