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ginadope · 15 days
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This warmth is not pleasant The noise Disguised as a song, beloved Enters and feeds and is fed Reclaimed, secured Impersonates Light The peaceful, invigorating Infected, putrid, viscous Light itself
Who am I? Not lost
Magical pragmatism - stuffed with silence The beast will starve
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ginadope · 20 days
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whispering
The white butterflies, those Heart-shaped sweets And my daughter - the one my body betrayed - her precious hands The moment's creatures, all Strands in my braid
I do remember dreams My hair does sometimes Cover my face, and yet Space can only follow time One way, not another So who am I to Keep looking behind
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ginadope · 26 days
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Darling! What if you died For what you were ready to die for? Those gems, as we found out Are much less common Than wisdom and sunshine
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ginadope · 1 month
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Throat, heart, brain Make no mistake - those Baby teeth of his They never stood a chance Against the porcelain of yours
Can you guess how a dream is born? I will bring you some flowers Of my happiest summer The dewy dawn and her treasure Lights like eyes - Sculpt yourself anew Leave doubts in hell
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ginadope · 1 month
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'See you next Wednesday!' Grandfather said
I am sure they have no concept Of weekdays behind that veil Yet I hope - and my gut Knows its worth - There are eyes and ears Enjoying the stories and jokes Those that never get old
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ginadope · 2 months
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All is well Sacrifice the day Let tomorrow's claws Sculpt its fantasy
Where do flowers go When they are still lovely But forgotten? To the heavens inside Where the past and the future Crave each other
I am and I am not You well-meaning evil You are free to go I am free to be
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ginadope · 2 months
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I know who seeds this anger How do I stop her? Politely Handle this tear
She needs to be fed To some serrated dusty mouth I know, still
How do I save my own hand? I am not quick enough I am still, terribly Lacking
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ginadope · 2 months
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ff!
Feline feminine Can't see the whole picture Not even the bigger one, and yet There is a script to write A journey to survive
What a relief - to be led, what a Waste of a lifetime Why burn books Poems or your holographic mind After all Where is the fire if not inside
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ginadope · 2 months
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true form
Early morning light Finds something sacred Would you mind trading secrets? We do not have long
True form, you are The artist and the art Treasure the stolen days There is a grin, ready To tear innocence apart
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ginadope · 3 months
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My own heart Is taking my breath away Earthly dance One hand holds an iris The other a dagger
Balance I wish I could share You had nothing but strength So I will handle you gently Show you the Moon In the late morning sky
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ginadope · 3 months
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Neither falling on the sword Nor turning innocence red
Not licking wounds I am biting off my skin
Inside, there must be something Not of circumstances Akin to complete
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ginadope · 3 months
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You are no more, you Are forever A cloud in an old picture
Creatures of the moment Bare their teeth, and this is Just one blink of timeless eyes Make use of it - say 'I am yours', or maybe Smell your morning coffee But do not let go (never) Of its hand
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ginadope · 3 months
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i love you adult women on tumblr i'm glad we all still have blogs
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ginadope · 3 months
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Tear up your journal Those moments, after all They are such mysteries Before you fall asleep, pick a star Make up a name
That is our journey to take Automagically Our days to count
*****, look up I am the Sun, I am to burn I will bring you all All that is alive and new
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ginadope · 4 months
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I am away, and life Was an inside job! Yet, as old longings Pass me by in familiar places I can only hide my face - were I invincible... Were I!
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ginadope · 4 months
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'Where am I going?' Take a guess Do not look behind you Do not grab the knife
Nearby, underneath Crawl shame, leftover pride Irises and roses Ridiculed love
Untouched, they growl And untouched They wither
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ginadope · 4 months
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It is a mid-week evening I can feel a thing godlike A world nested inside me Right below the surface I'd like to meet myself Heart to heart I want to cry Into my green tea
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