

WhispersHe holds his breath above sea levelWhispers
Something in her soul is animate
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Where God sleeps, the horses follow;
(You promised) Arabic princes
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I see in the valleys a thirst-craved desert,
and in the mountains, a pining stream
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BoatTip, boat, to fragile waters and only the children will watch.Boat
Channel surfers will impale
drowning faces into jagged those white-tips they stopped skipping over.
Never picked awake enough to grab the rope and burn the portable flotation device.


ReconIt struck me silly suddenly. In foreign lands was I. A crushing weight upon me, wondrous why oh precious why.Recon
I forged on through this scrutiny, so desperately escaping me, the Reaper of grim truths, the Bearer of "good" byes.
He stood there tall and short. He looked there all around with his prying eyeless eyes. His blind sight always seeing, the deepest deep insides.
A reconnaissance- living admonshment, protesting us to blame. A trial of our wits, mine of ours less divine in this surly game.
Draining al
Escribes muy bien en español, por cierto.
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La melodía que nos une tiene el ritmo del latido de nuestros corazones.
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Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.
-Dalai Lama-
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+DeVwaTch!!
[hoshinofuru*]
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