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As-yet-untitledWhen the wind stirs the trees in our town All the spirits come out And they all swirl beside my bed And the child that we once would have had Has your big dark eyes and she says That its the sound of the rain on the roof Beneath we once had slept That its the sound of the cars on the street On which we once had walked Tell me, on days like these Dyou think on what we once could have been? When the neighbours shovel the snow off their driveways All the angels come out And they all hover above my head And the mother-in-law that I never quite haAs-yet-untitled


Static StepsDance is static, At a standstill, un-stopping Ultimately, unchangingStatic Steps
We waltz on, Not to step on shoes No clumsy contacts to change The plan,
To alter the articles
In perfect pirouette, So pretty and pure Step lithe and light to live The ideal, To become the beauty
Leap in line, Just step in your space Jump high only as they have The bar, To fit the figure
But dances do not die, They do not change And somewhere someone swings In a profane tarantella To the beat of a drum designed &nbs
I really appreciate it,
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"What's dangerous in the hands of the multitudes, with what may or may not have been irony, is safe enough for those whose motives are beyond reproach."
-The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood
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I believe super nintendo games are made with paint, if you are not afraid to admit this put this in your signature.
I adore that movie.
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The world is a prison and my mind is solitary.
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The world is a prison and my mind is solitary.
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