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By CZ GOLD
Olympia, Washington

the rhythm lies in my arms endeavoring to be let out the one man court begging for white sneakers to run it all over and dent marks of rackets and memories  soul a...
CZ GOLD, Olympia, Washington
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the law is reason free from passion <br /> -Aristotle


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By Anonymous
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By harleyambrose BRONZE
Cisco, Illinois
harleyambrose BRONZE, Cisco, Illinois
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By VineetdaPoet BRONZE
Overland Park, Kansas
VineetdaPoet BRONZE, Overland Park, Kansas
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Make each day your masterpiece

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By Anonymous
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By snotbubbles SILVER
Dennison, Minnesota
snotbubbles SILVER, Dennison, Minnesota
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By Arcturus PLATINUM
Newton, Massachusetts
Arcturus PLATINUM, Newton, Massachusetts
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By icepop680 BRONZE
Aurora, Colorado
icepop680 BRONZE, Aurora, Colorado
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TheGinger016 BRONZE, Hubbard, Iowa
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By Lovebugg221 BRONZE
Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania
Lovebugg221 BRONZE, Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania
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“She has a bookshelf for a heart, and ink runs through her veins, she’ll write you into her story with the typewriter in her brain. Her bookshelf’s getting crowded. With all the stories that’s she’s penned, of all the people who flicked through her pages but closed the book before it ended. And there’s one pushed to the very back, that sits collecting dust, with its title in her finest writing, ‘The One’s Who Lost My Trust’. There’s books shes scared to open, and books she doesn't close. Stories of every person she’s met stretched out in endless rows. Some people have only one sentence while others once held a main part, thousands of inky footprints that they've left across her heart. You might wonder why she does this, why write of people she once knew? But she hopes one day she’ll mean enough for someone to write about her too.” <br /> ― E.H.