//vessels
maybe
it's all about
the threshold,
the lack of love
to be absorbed
before
oozing it out.
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She is a Treasure
He is a Vessel
Treasure always want be in Vessel
Vessel only allows Treasure in it-
I'm a rattling receptacle
Of secret dreams
And silent glances--
Too outré to blend in
With the crowd;
Too prosaic to be noticed
By the one, I love.-
Is my mind a chameleon?
Should it be?
Do I succumb to their opinion
And make it mine...
without reflection and regard?
Or do I shape the vessel of my mind
With thoughts that elevate me?
Wouldn't I be opposed,
for taking the unpaved road?
Do I live a hermit then?
Do I have a choice,
in the choice that I do not have?
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Beauty is a vessel
Love is what's in it
We're always focused
on how the vessel is
That we forget to
seek all those wonderful
love lying inside !
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An empty vessel can be filled,
But not a holed or
An already filled vessel.-
The Oxygen is Less,
The place is full of Oxidized
Ideas,
No Good air to Breath in ,
No Change is happen ,
Distance Creates a lot ,
Being in this bulb is tight ,
Hub ...
Visible light going to get ,
See you through my light ,
Which I make from my
Energy of time ...-
"Her soft skin in the empty vessel, he love to fill with his desires."
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