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Put some original text here and then a body underneath. Put down that ants have gotten into the body, that the roses are red as humble ants storming for a kiss and the little legs of rain itself shall slumber light underneath each horse, each door, the dress, the grave. This is my sad sharp lettering, my downpour in the making – the mind brings the grave, sweet violets soup the beloved's bed, and we are motionless; we are stopped with sense; we are bodies within voices, the memory of glass. Dress some original text here. Put out a love to beat upon her door with its awful lettering, a kiss to horse upon memory lying there

And when we first married Two wooden chairs Upon the front porch Turned slightly Toward one another So we could gaze into eyes As suns set Endlessly Over lives intertwined Like roots Newly formed And as those years Passed on Those chairs Turned away Slowly At one degree angles Each year So it goes That we may watch the suns set Endlessly Over lives intertwined Lives climbing stems Ever growing And with the chairs Perfectly parallel In their finally resting places Hands still held As when it first began But eyes Set on the horizon Like one moment's gaze missed Would be all too wasted Of suns setting Endlessly

Hey. It's me, you.  So, you're graduating middle school.  You got accepted to LaSalle Academy.  Congrats. Things are gonna get rough.  Pretty soon,  you'll be in high school.  I know you're excited.  I know you wanted to go to LaSalle for years.  Mom wanted you to.  Grandpa wanted you to, and that's why Mom wanted it.  You're never going to really talk to your friends again.     At LaSalle, you'll learn who you are.  You might not like it.  You'll have friends who hurt themselves, and friends who do dr

 Imagine the most perfect setting for a modern romantic as you can.  Perpetually dim, warm firefly lanterns only.  Books scattered like stones over the ground.  A defunct hotel nestled in near tropical setting, isolated in a world of lush green.  A pool of brilliant turquoise, steam rising off the glittering surface.  Inside, high vaulted cielings swathed in tapestry.  Cushions and lounges on deep patterned rugs.  Warm warm colors: deep reds and deep golds.   Diadem Biemba and Amalgamate Etcetera enter the scene. Their travel was long and difficult and the presence of the latter was a surprise, and a pleasant one.  Easy on the eyes is a ter