

HeatShe was angry, Angry as a girl can be, Fatigued by her thoughts, She mumbled off to sleep.Heat
There were no flashes, Matterless thoughts vanished, The Mind was too tired, As she rolled around in her bed.
She woke up to the bright sun, Blinking the sleep out of her head, With the hopes of a new morn and a new life ahead.
And as consciousness woke up in her bed, She could feel the heat gear up unsaid, The Fear of being Lost, And the pain of betrayal pent up its head. As she lay back on her bed, With thoughts ill fed.


EpitaphThey sat on the beach, The waves kept falling at their feet, There was little talk, they held hands, The stars shone bright, but left little home for delight, As she sobbed and wept and cried in her brothers arms.Epitaph
It was such a night, A night so beautiful, With calm waves and moonlight, But with all this it still wouldnt feel alright.
They then talked all night, Talked of things theyd done right, And things theyd done wrong, Of all the love they didnt give, Of the love they didnt get. They talked of the oceans,  
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Zeta B.
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
nice photographs
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~ never let go ~
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-Alexandra Gaudiosi
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its been sooo long!!
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happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open!~John Barrymore
u have great work..
and i see my bro is goona buy a slr.. sala
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desire -- the addiction to something left to experience
karthik rao
ohhhhh acid.....
i haven t had tequila yet..
beeen very long
MS WORK IS JUST EATING THRU MY TIME AND LIFE
arey gimme some time ill be getting a camera
and am straight buying an SLR camera!!!
and dude then ull see amazing pics
how are you yaaar
hows the job and all?
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Open your eyes to the Art of God , whose awe I shall try to grasp
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