Tag: psychological
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Rage for her brother.
They, are not your possession to mold They, are from you but not, of you Their shoulders don’t carry your sins Their feet don’t carry your legacy Their eyes chart their own paths between the night stars Their hearts soar through clouds of their own shaping They, are not chained by blood or barbed words…
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Love on a carrot stick.
She had eyes like the night skies The milky way around her center Oh! She sang-sang with the swing of her feet The stars falling with her wishes. Her taps soon beat with her father’s Lost she was to his. His name her last The spell cast her mother held strong jingling bells to a story…
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Sweet Irony
I seek refuge in words to escape from words the sweet irony in what gives you most joy gives you most pain what liberates you captivates you . . .
MindWraith 