

NumbMy dear friend how I've missed you.Numb
Where have you been?
Hiding in the shadows waiting possibly.
How long has it been since I've felt
Your cold touch.
Spreading from deep within my soul.
Embracing me so tight it almost hurts.
The only hurt I can feel comes from you, My dear.
Yet, I cannot recall why I love you so dearly.
Smiles fade and tenderness is gone.
Why are you so special,
Why do you almost
Make me feel good,
And whole?
My sweet, How do you control me so?
No sleep
No food
No peace
Nor sense of happin
deviant id

Rocks Have Sound...When you touch them. When you scrape them together. When you throw them Or set them down. Rocks are made by nature, Therefore have a spirit And a soul of their own.Rocks Have Sound...
In the imagination of a child, The rock pet speaks stories. Tells tails to play the mind. Or to just be friends.
Or its that one special stone In a basket of many That calls out to the individual For the special connection.
So listen well And carefully. So closely And pay attention. For rocks always have sound.
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Life is a dease, sexually transmitted and fatal.
~ Neil Gaiman
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(8) He catches raindrops from his window. It reminds him how we fall from the stars back to our cities where we've never felt so small (8)
(8) You'll come back when it's o-o-o-ver, no need to say goodbye(8)
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"Imagination is more important than knowledge."
Albert Einstein
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it could've been fucking excellent.
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