A crooked meal
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|9 Sep|~|she/her|
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"Teddy?"
She didn't like to doze by the fire
For she encompassed the adventures
So he wrought-up cinder's attire
Deuce, those flames vanquished—futures!
Marching as impossible her ploy seemed
While the weavers work and the shuttles conspire
Little Women didn't shag; undimmed
She didn't like to doze by the fire
He tried to show it; but she didn't let him
Ambition, where lied her real pleasures
Misunderstood conceit he bought on a whim
For she encompassed the adventures
Denial led him to a veracious thread
A love he never beheld higher
Not his first choice, her sister instead
So he wrought-up cinder's attire
Amy spent her whole life loving Laurie
He didn't forget Jo, but find his true church
Jo too frisked upon her dreams, but lost her teddy
Deuce, those flames vanquished—futures!
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Can I be something?
Gazing in the bedroom mirror
Without a pretty face,
health and love is enough
The world tells me that
I could sprout into any plant
How could it be? The nature called
The world will change
My deepest thoughts say
It would be a mistake to presume,
"I will grow"
To love myself as I am
I'll embrace hope
And I refuse to believe that
I am nothing
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"It's you." he didn't turn around, but his heart seemed glancing at her. And through that hindering perception he saw those piercing eyes glaring at him, lustrous— she was crying. He continued, "It's you all I ever wished. I spent much of my life defending my heart. I guarded it to that extent that now I'm realising that, I don't have one at all. It's just a rusty, shabby, tired thing. But it is... yours." He walked to the door, opened it as though to end the conversation. "You probably guessed as well," he said finally facing her as to show that his eyes too were crying, "but in case you didn't I want to let you know that it's you..it's you I love." And the door closes behind.
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If my love were a gusty cyclone
there would be no hope, for a rainbow
If my love were a lusty drought
you wouldn't prob for water, shallow
If my love were a vast sea
there would be no land
If my love were a tedious desert
you would only feel sand
If my love were an angel;
but it just can't find it's wings
If my love were hell
there would be no springs
If my love were a shooting star—
shining; as it carries away my dreams
If only it could touch reality
In my eyes, there wouldn't be flooded streams¿
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