island
psyki where i seem to be right now.
and it's sinking.
010407
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pritheemydear a perfect place you claim to live
but you cant see the stars from way out there
swim out from the island
the inundated iris
the part of you that you wont let me see
i promise not to promise you
a million things tonight
a promise of the way that things will be
020606
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pritheemydear a perfect place you claim to live
but you cant see the stars from way out there
swim out from the island
the inundated iris
the part of you that you wont let me see
i promise not to promise you
a million things tonight
cant promise of the way that things will be
020609
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call_me_lydea is something you can create or destroy.
Emotionally: you make your own island, whatever that may intail
Literally: you could pilage it, and crush it, and ruin it's ecological system. Sad sad shit.
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mlejae you're inside me like I asked
but i'm floating in the past
reliving other lovers other joys
other pain
revisited in a masochistic fashion
(goddamn capri pants for the indecisive)
you're so into orgasm and i'd just rather think about somewhere else not here
and I say I love you and I mean it
I just don't want your dick anymore
I drift into fantasy, romanticism,
saddened by the loss of wild daysnightsdays
tripping fucking laughing crying caring
I awaken and you ask me how I slept- fine, I say, and I want to tell you I have lesbian dreams
030715
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jane no man is an island

except, perhaps, for me.
030715
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ferret nomad is an island
i've never been to iceland
or_so_ice_heard
and he heard well
030716
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wasting my hate Today my mom told me that if she could only take one thing with her to a desert island it would be a mirror...
that really bothered me...how shallow...
030716
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stranded Here standing on the crooked rocky shoreline staring out at the grey waves I am safe.

My island is a familiar place, it is after all, my creation.

My island always has something new to show me, like when a storm tears apart a beach and new treasures are left exposed - waiting to be found by passersby.

Sometimes it is memories of the past or hopes for the future. Great happiness and great sadness lie in equal measure buried in the sand waiting to be unveiled.

But despite all the beauty and potential there is on this island. There is on thing that never changes - On this island, I am alone.
090907
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jio jio 100215
what's it to you?
who go
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