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hi, my name is may, I run two (2) Voltron blogs (@confident-keith, @request-voltrons)
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For one day
I don't want to think about you
For one day
I don't want to see you
For one day
I don't want your gorgeous smile haunting my mind
For one day
I don't want your voice echoing through my head
For one day
I don't want the idea of you running through my veins
For one day
I don't want to think about you
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Art G.Shvecova (Design graphics - Series Gold_Purple_Stars_130418)
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Priceless Stone
Not one of my usual stories but I love the meaning behind it. From here
One day a young boy asks his father what is the value of his life. Instead of answering a father told his son to take this rock and go sell it at a market. If anybody ask the price raise two fingers and don’t say anything. The boy then went to the market and a woman ask “how much is this rock, I want to put it in my garden?” The boy didn’t say anything and raised up two fingers and the woman said $2? I’ll take it!
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hope
is a fragile thing
a bird fluttering on new found wings
it only takes one strong gust
to knock it down
and discourage it forever
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here's the thing
the idea of him
is a paradise
i'd say it's better than a dream
but it is just a dream
the idea of him
is heaven on earth
between his arms
and under the stars
but the reality
is long distances, empty rooms
and a one sided longing so strong
but it will never be resolved
the reality
is not something I want to face
not even in this poem.
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brown eyes
warm brown eyes
like sunlit soil
and hot chocolate on a rainy day
warm brown eyes
like worn wood
and soft blankets
warm brown eyes
like a hand to hold in the dark
and a comforting hug
warm brown eyes
like crunching leaves
and small suprises
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