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Snapshot of the soul: His Private Tattoist
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Snapshot of the soul. I write what i like. Saturday, January 31, 2009. Mine, she paint my skin. Some nights get a'weary. Still she paint it in. Blood drop in her tear. Heartache in her ink. Oh so tender stroke. Can't fight what she think. My skin give her hope. Through her paint she wail. Mine, she trace her tale. Seduce my dear soul. Across my open skin. Her journey astound me. Whisper, "Hush now, sweet one,. This be why you found me.". This be why you found me."- R. Posted by R. Wagaba.
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Snapshot of the soul: Dont Say It
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Snapshot of the soul. I write what i like. Tuesday, October 27, 2009. If i'm srpead out on the couch. Watching Bad Boys 2 for the umpteenth time. Dont say you love me. Just cos you wanna flip channels. Be upfront with me and see. If i can handle. And dont say it just to end fights. As a form of surrender. Or to say goodnight. Or cos its the right thing to do. Say it cos its true. Tell me you love me when it hurts the most. When it stings your pride. To let me inside. Cos i'm being a bastard.
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Snapshot of the soul: Endlessly Surprising Tree
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Snapshot of the soul. I write what i like. Saturday, March 21, 2009. Nobody knows who you are. But i can try to understand. Let me learn to love each tender scar. As i paint you with the tip of my hand. Teach me your story. Let me read the book of your journey. To becoming this endlessly surprising tree. Of fruit and fun and pleasure and pain. Share with me the history of your name. And the path of your people. Tutor me to dance as your equal. So we might dance our way to the nearest star.
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Snapshot of the soul: Little Men (Swansong)
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Snapshot of the soul. I write what i like. Wednesday, December 17, 2008. You might stare down a winding road. But its nothing there. Will you fight on? Will you still care? Little men can not be kings. And everything i believe is little. Eden, she said her name was Eden. And everything i knew became a riddle. I simply dont understand. What it takes to be a man. In a world where. The right girl's stare. Can mean the difference. Between pride and poverty. Maybe its a country song. Its such a huge world.
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Snapshot of the soul: Savannah Mural
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Snapshot of the soul. I write what i like. Sunday, December 27, 2009. Don’t take the call. This night could be all we have to live on. Before our memories get cloudy. And the world around me. Becomes my life away from you. There’ll be no teary promises. I couldn’t have asked for a truer heart. So let’s not taint the night. With the very voices driving us apart. Let’s paint elephants across the ceiling. And soak in each feeling. That this night will never go to sleep. Let me into your secret.
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Snapshot of the soul: In Ten Days
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Snapshot of the soul. I write what i like. Wednesday, February 09, 2011. If in the next ten days. This city should crumble apart. Then that gives me just ten days. To clean out the mess in my heart. I can't see passed You. And I don't wanna turn away. The mass dissent rumbles quiet. And on the news. As in church pews. They preach, The Jungle will RIOT. So You have to know:. I can't see passed You. And I don't wanna turn away. There'll never be a convenient time for this. The world's falling to pieces.
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Snapshot of the soul: Two Lovers
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Snapshot of the soul. I write what i like. Saturday, March 14, 2009. Weak in the knees. Scared in the heart. Two lovers meet in an evening shade. Strong as they will. Not strong enough to walk away. Close as a kiss to being. Close as a scratch inches away. Two lovers meet on a winter day. Too strong for them to stay. Lips that echo the initial spark. Close as a boy to the sun. Inspired by this moving James Gray film entitled Two Lovers starring Joaquin Phoenix, Gwyneth Paltrow and Vinessa Shaw.
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Snapshot of the soul: Secrets With This One
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Snapshot of the soul. I write what i like. Monday, February 14, 2011. Secrets With This One. I run my finger cross your throat. Let it linger in fantasy. As you snore into our sheets. You whore, you fucking beast. For a reason to let you keep living. For you to give me like I've given. But all you ever do is take. I open my heart to you. And all you ever do is break. I push hard on your jugular. And it's clear I can't keep lovin ya. Like you have broken me. You and your secrets. Yet i love you openly.
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Snapshot of the soul: I Would Have You One Last Night
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Snapshot of the soul. I write what i like. Wednesday, July 01, 2009. I Would Have You One Last Night. Before you are taken. Allow me to awaken. That passion inside of you. That will be buried. When you get married. Let me this one kiss. To forever remind you of a bliss. That soared, raw and untamed. Burning young and fierce. Long before you were renamed. And your fire fell on deaf ears. I would have you one last night. Then you may douse your flame with propriety. And train your spirit no more to fight.
