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Skeletons in my closet: the waiting
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Skeletons in my closet. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is a star to every wandering bark." Sonnet 116- W.S. English major Poet polyglot college student writer feature editor cartoonist. View my complete profile. Friday, November 13, 2009. Your name I uttered silently. I started breathing heavily. Beside the cathedral I wait. As the skies whispered "it's too late".
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Skeletons in my closet: The day I have forgotten when to speak
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Skeletons in my closet. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is a star to every wandering bark." Sonnet 116- W.S. English major Poet polyglot college student writer feature editor cartoonist. View my complete profile. Friday, December 25, 2009. The day I have forgotten when to speak. The humid air of late November. As chills ran down into my spines. Subscribe to: Post Com...
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Skeletons in my closet: abandoned~
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Skeletons in my closet. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is a star to every wandering bark." Sonnet 116- W.S. English major Poet polyglot college student writer feature editor cartoonist. View my complete profile. Monday, January 18, 2010. A doll you used to own, I was. Adored, beloved, bestowed with gifts. Like princess, from my chair you lift. Into a cave of misery.
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Skeletons in my closet: ***
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Skeletons in my closet. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is a star to every wandering bark." Sonnet 116- W.S. English major Poet polyglot college student writer feature editor cartoonist. View my complete profile. Saturday, December 11, 2010. Leaving me with defeat. Thy words like sapphire. Getting me all wired. It really got my mind running. This guy is so cunning.
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Skeletons in my closet: For A.J.O
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Skeletons in my closet. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is a star to every wandering bark." Sonnet 116- W.S. English major Poet polyglot college student writer feature editor cartoonist. View my complete profile. Friday, December 10, 2010. As lonely as a rock. I sit on a log. Listening to the ocean waves. As cold breeze touch my dampened face. I did not mean to,.
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Skeletons in my closet: Sonnet for yuu-
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Skeletons in my closet. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is a star to every wandering bark." Sonnet 116- W.S. English major Poet polyglot college student writer feature editor cartoonist. View my complete profile. Monday, June 21, 2010. With those words you have made my body sway;. So now from you I cannot stay away. Like venom you've sulked into my veins.
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Skeletons in my closet: For Anthony II
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Skeletons in my closet. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is a star to every wandering bark." Sonnet 116- W.S. English major Poet polyglot college student writer feature editor cartoonist. View my complete profile. Wednesday, March 9, 2011. When our paths clashed. With the waves of the ocean,. We could feel our hearts glad. And my heart was so sad,. Dear, I was so glad.