peace
J


The matchstick boatHours and secondsThe matchstick boat
Chase days away By my side
I am a giant leaf
In the shadow of falling tree………..the last colour in a field of green The matchstick boat in a sailors dream
The sun rises
And falls in my sight And beside my mind its painful pilgrimage
A salute
To the few
Who’s souls awake with day, and release the night With a silent sigh
In light we all shine a little brighter In love we all feel a little finer
But
As April falls
With her graces and flaws
Every seconds is a reminder &nbs


Wooden soulThough my arms may beWooden soul
Emotionless sails On rings and ropes Suspended from hands of do’s and dont’s And if their strength was once
A temple of leaves
A valley of green seas I will never need to be in control
True it may be
My head is only the home of eyes United by a symmetrical line
And my mind is merely a trace
Of cotton
Stolen from some withering plant I shall never feel free
And if it is so that in time My heart is a foreign substance
Without shape
Without the drowning ability to
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Trust in that,
which we call thought,
for the truth of that resides,
within you, furthering all depth
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not in it for the fame, in it cause i love the game!
septre a.k.a the teflon don a.k.a the chef a.k.a d-nice
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«Be careful what you wish for»
My photography portfolio: Ohclick.net
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Trust in that,
which we call thought,
for the truth of that resides,
within you, furthering all depth
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My stock account >>>>>> [link]
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«Be careful what you wish for»
My photography portfolio: Ohclick.net
--
Trust in that,
which we call thought,
for the truth of that resides,
within you, furthering all depth
How did economics go? Sorry I haven't been on in a while Im just studying for Bio which is tomorrow and Fri!
My time is dedicated to plants and the human body!
I didn't write English, thats one of the subjects I did last year!
I've gotta go, so soon
P.S I have to tell you that my cats name (Minky) comes from minx like a linx because she's fiesty, it has nothing to do with afrikaans in anyway, if I called her Minky Van Boort (God forbid) it would be a completley different story!
Goodnight,
wish upon star for good luck for me, a street light just doesnt have the same effect!
(",)
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Trust in that,
which we call thought,
for the truth of that resides,
within you, furthering all depth
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