What are you thinking my love?

The DanceLike beating minds, and sands of time, they fall in pairs; a cosmic rhyme.The Dance
Through beating hearts, and secret finds; love is not a crime.


When I was young.When I was young I thought everyone was a robot and I was the only one that could feel and I knew what was real.When I was young.
When I was young I marvelled at the traffic thinking the cars were party to the politics of Ballet.
When I was young I thought a change in air pressure was a sign of the Ghost and I was not afraid.
When I was young I thought I was the only one that could see rain and it was a special present just for me.
When I was young I was scared the wolves would come and I would cower behind the curtains  


Small talkTapping the baton of her teaspoonSmall talk
twice on the saucer, a bright start,
'You've dropped out,' says his mother.
Her vision of a career in White Hall
disappointed by his small charity job
and editorship of an arts magazine,
not one to acknowledge the legislative
clout of poets. She's a resurrectionist,
keen to deliver him to Society's scalpel,
'What's gone wrong?' through the light
percussion of cutlery chinks, chitchat's
dry hum, which he hears as Om.
Devious Comments
to place your better days
-DMB
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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Don't forget to check my tunes[link]
And my scraps[link]
Thanks.
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Don't forget to check my tunes[link]
And my scraps[link]
Thanks.
We must keep in touch, sir, because one day we shall make Poultrygeist the movie.
love. x
Loooong time no see LEE!
Hows it goin ? X.
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xx.
Like your vectors. Good work. Keep it up.
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I build things.
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