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flutterby wonderwhy: pooh
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Simple girl who follows the breeze. the mindless ramblings of Candace Nirvana. November 9, 2013. She gave me a piece of her childhood. And helped me find mine. Connected to that piece. A simple gift, with a red shirt. She gave me the space to listen to myself. And i welcomed her. She gave me the freedom to just be. And i took it. She gave me the flexibility to fulfill my needs. Because they are just mine. She gave me the time. All i've ever wanted was just enough. She gave me what i was asking for.
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flutterby wonderwhy: August 2012
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Simple girl who follows the breeze. the mindless ramblings of Candace Nirvana. August 28, 2012. He only answers when it doesn't ring. Pretending that she doesn't see. This awkward s ideways glance,. And still she stares with. Open eyes, watching. He uses his hands when he talks too much. One more stop, til my goodnight. And still wearing home the boots from Bergen street. His chain hangs around his neck. Like the golden cross. Pinned tightly to that perfect spot. But still it has no story. A tale of Bink.
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flutterby wonderwhy: April 2012
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Simple girl who follows the breeze. the mindless ramblings of Candace Nirvana. April 10, 2012. It's orange glow hangs overhead. Like the ornaments on last years. Gentle in its timid light. The flip side of it's orange sunshine. And resonate of all that it can hold. You see it, but does it feel the same? Magically immense in perfect magnitude. We fly into its guiding light. And i forget that you've already lost you. Still hiding hope for that moment. Our release is really yours. And as the reflections fade.
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flutterby wonderwhy: stay
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Simple girl who follows the breeze. the mindless ramblings of Candace Nirvana. October 30, 2013. And I dance with this devil on my back. Spinning and swirling to release. I'm back in this hole that seems to fit. With this overwhelming resonance that I can't fight. I wish my mind were as simple as his. I wish this, that surrounds me wouldn't swallow. I wish and I wish and then I stop spinning. This city has a piece of me. Not necessarily kept, but specifically held. It must be a new driver. A tale of Bink.
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flutterby wonderwhy: in the woods
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Simple girl who follows the breeze. the mindless ramblings of Candace Nirvana. July 12, 2012. These shredded blades of grass seem sharper in the dark. Walking towards the endless light. With no visibility in sight. In the distance with. This magical reverb off the trees. Where they all disappear. Past the paper diamonds. And brightly colored flags. Past the wall of trees. Where no one seems to go. But everyone ends up. In to the woods. Where the shadows get longer and. I miss my memories. A tale of Bink.
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flutterby wonderwhy: July 2013
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Simple girl who follows the breeze. the mindless ramblings of Candace Nirvana. July 27, 2013. I miss the way your words excite me. The sound of your voice, the nice one. The pedestal I sat you on. I hope I didn't burn you. I know i should write more. And that's why I miss NY. The subway inspires great things. And numbs them all the same. I know you'll never die. Maybe we will see you on the beach next to ours. Where I sit wondering if too little is too late. The word that reminds me of you. A tale of Bink.
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flutterby wonderwhy: February 2013
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Simple girl who follows the breeze. the mindless ramblings of Candace Nirvana. February 7, 2013. She elicits these songbirds. That sing with the gift of god. Voices like the angels. Who whispered softly in her dreams. They sit and watch. As she purrs with the magic that she is. They willing accept her sermon. And gently, she taps these chords. Every vibration hit just so right. And they sit, watch, and become. What she intends that they are meant to be. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A tale of Bink.
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flutterby wonderwhy: not forgotten
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Simple girl who follows the breeze. the mindless ramblings of Candace Nirvana. September 13, 2012. Models: a raw muse and self. He's like this song. With the lyrics that just wont stick. But this melody stays with me, always. He looked at me that day. In the only way he could. And said he hoped we could still be friends. Then I held my breath. Waiting 15 seconds til. I realized my favorite color is no longer blue. There's always that little thing. Where the roots can't grow. I'll always remember NY.
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flutterby wonderwhy: December 2012
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Simple girl who follows the breeze. the mindless ramblings of Candace Nirvana. December 7, 2012. I keep myself up. Past the last stroke on the broken clock. Wondering when is too late really. Listening to the ticking. Never seems to get easier. With the dawn of twilight fading. Willing this mind to change. Waiting for the next shoe to fall. Paired sideways with the last. Crumpled bits of paper scatter the floor. My aptitude of deceiver and deception. Fall short of my skillful wallow. December 2, 2012.
