

InsomniaThe low light of the bedroom plays on his sandy hair. I watch him sleep entangled in the comforter. I only enjoy my own not being able to sleep because I can watch him. The years leave his face as he dreams, he might be twenty-five again as he dreams. I lean in to catch his scent, the scent of comfort and home. I think of this now...I should be sleeping with my love...I should dream but would nightmares come? Would I want to wake him as I did the night before this to come back to his love and away from the place I was? Would I need him to hold me when the memories came? Why can't I forget what hurts at night and just listen to his breathing?Insomnia
Devious Comments
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living is easy with eyes closed
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Put condoms on your ears... They'll stop you getting wet willies!
-Josie
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We are all one-winged angels. We cannot fly unless we embrace another.
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I love you.
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We are all one-winged angels. We cannot fly unless we embrace another.
Join the Revolution - [link]
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Once you have loved/been loved by a horse, its a feeling that is impossible to forget, Its something youll feel forever, that love is so easy to feel, it almost feels like they are right there beside you.
~Me
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A fabulous quote from our friend Oscar
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We are all one-winged angels. We cannot fly unless we embrace another.
Join the Revolution - [link]
Ekko and I appreciate it very much
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Once you have loved/been loved by a horse, its a feeling that is impossible to forget, Its something youll feel forever, that love is so easy to feel, it almost feels like they are right there beside you.
~Me
thx verry much
kizz
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The Final
Ich betrachte die klare Absicht...Die linke Hand,
die nicht in Worte gefasst werden kann...
Jedes Bluten ist mir Grund zu leben...Die Worte, die ich finde, sind frisch und klar...
Selbst die, die ich liebe, streue ich prachtvoll wie Blüt
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The Final
Ich betrachte die klare Absicht...Die linke Hand,
die nicht in Worte gefasst werden kann...
Jedes Bluten ist mir Grund zu leben...Die Worte, die ich finde, sind frisch und klar...
Selbst die, die ich liebe, streue ich prachtvoll wie Blüt
welcome to senior
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I think this calls for a rather sophisticated "joisus"
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We are all one-winged angels. We cannot fly unless we embrace another.
Join the Revolution - [link]
Greatly appreciated!
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everything. is. Numb3rs.
rob morrow <3's me.
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Born an original, why die a copy?
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gl
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"A mockingbird's song heard in a mirror, the shadow a dog's night-bark leaves on the dark."
-Jane Hirshfield
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gl
-smiles-
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gl
your photography's gorgeous.
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gl
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life is in music not in brains
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