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arizona, art, books, chatting, clubbing, coffee, computers, cooking, cuddling, drama, driving, fine arts, food, frank sinatra, friends, good conversation, happiness, having fun, interests, journalism, languages, love, memories, movies, music, philosophy, photography, poetry, raves, rock, romanticism, sarcasm, singing, starbucks, talking, techno, writing,

pens that leave the little ink blotch on your fingers after writing for long periods of time,that fresh soap smell, a stolen kiss in the middle of the night, the man I love.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Wind
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The wind is roaring
Through the window and my mind
It blows the curtain and scatters my thoughts
Leaving me to gather the remnants
Of great stories and precious memories
Never again to be whole.
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The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait. Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams.
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