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Post by moseley on Apr 14, 2013 17:04:58 GMT -6
(VIBING OFF RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE:)
In this frontier of assuming loss, the middling meaningfulness of love on this field of broken hearts stolen dreams and lost children taking each other's teeth in hopes of tricking that money rich fairy, under a tightly held pillow, counting the riches spent ago tenfold the pointing fingers all in anger rage and fly.... in the silence of your cell-f when you can quiet the sell-f out there in the limitlessness of just you, nurture your spirit the one everyone wants to rape the one everyone wants to soil nurture your spirit for it is the one thing magic in this world and you have forgotten it is the one thing most missing when your head hangs low and you cannot face life, eye to eye...
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Post by heartfelt7 on Apr 15, 2013 9:46:17 GMT -6
Wow - love this! I have missed reading your thoughts that seem to ramble between the world of broken hearts, the raging mind, and the limitlessness of the Heart. I will have to come back tomorrow and exalt this. Nice to read your mind again.
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Post by anirbas on Apr 15, 2013 19:20:28 GMT -6
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! Like our dear Heart, I will be back to exalt this...And a treat, to read your pieces, again, Moseley. Hope all is well with you?
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