aceblade's works for Thursday, September 6, 2012

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Thursday, September 6, 2012

Dear Dad

Dear Dad Dad, I wish I knew your favorite color, The only one of God's many crayons that gets you to sit up straighter. To unbraid your spine from a snake infested pirogue', I bet its red. like a sea I've never seen But hear quite often in your voice late at night If it is, I will strip my skin off... Sign in to see full entry.

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when a man steps out of a woman's life (Good woman)

woman - You may not have realized it yet, but I am a woman, therefore; I am enchanting It happened before you were born I dance choreographed waltz with the universe. I was very much a part of the original design. man - once I was born I worshipped you. Called you goddess, sang praises, you were my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Ali

soft skin, green eyes, dirty-blonde hair, that's what my eyes see at first glance, light distorted as my eyes adjust and, a golden beam of Sun's ray, finds a path thru my vaneesian blind, enhancing the bangs that sweep across her brow, all she knows now is joy, she knows nothing wrong, she knows not... Sign in to see full entry.

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Ali

soft skin, green eyes, dirty-blonde hair, that's what my eyes see at first glance, light distorted as my eyes adjust and, a golden beam of Sun's ray, finds a path thru my vaneesian blind, enhancing the bangs that sweep across her brow, all she knows now is joy, she knows nothing wrong, she knows not... Sign in to see full entry.

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I am a mother, all of my creations are distinct, green, white, black, red, brown, yellow, the list goes on, from the beginning of time my body has worked, my inhabitants, where should I start? I mean, you would think with all I do, the ones who roam the cliffs and mountains of me, would respect my... Sign in to see full entry.

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