- Last seen on Jan 5 3:38 PM. Member since December 15, 2008.
- I am a 25 year old person
- I am in the groups Just want to be Loved
- I have 5 poems, 2 stories
My Stories
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There was no denying it. Tucker saintJames was the fattest man Ambrose had ever seen. His massive girth took up one full side of a booth, and his cheeks were so full they partly hid his eyes when he smiled. Gwyneth saintJam
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My Poetry
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I seak him in the morning,
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I wonder where she hides her wings, / When night has flown and morning breaks, / Upon a world of bitter things, / The pain of loss and love’s mistakes. / I wonder if the morning sky, / When taking in her u
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Beneath the scars that won’t erase, / A gift from one I can’t replace, / There stands a soul whose broken gaze, / Is fixed ahead to brighter days. / My tears of longing fall like rain, / And though my hear
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- I Seak Him In The Morning at allpoetry
I seak him in the morning,
And in the dark I hear his voice. - A Morning's Wondering at allpoetry
I wonder where she hides her wings, / When night has flown and morning breaks, / Upon a world of bitter things, / The pain of loss and love’s mistakes. / I wonder if the morning sky, / When taking in her u - Lamentation's Certainty at allpoetry
Beneath the scars that won’t erase, / A gift from one I can’t replace, / There stands a soul whose broken gaze, / Is fixed ahead to brighter days. / My tears of longing fall like rain, / And though my hear
