After removing
She angled her body
Seemed to say
“Alright.”
We both stood contentedly
This is when I
And spirit learn to weave
Yesterdays
And we just have to feel and see
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words are words. or.. what are they? watch the metamorphosis of a young writer.
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I was,
And I am.
So shall I be to the end of time,
For I am without end.
~ Kahlil Gibran
And I am.
So shall I be to the end of time,
For I am without end.
~ Kahlil Gibran
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet...
~ William Shakespeare
By any other name would smell as sweet...
~ William Shakespeare
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