Idyllic Ln.

QuerenciaCold earth Meets warm hands In a kind of slow embrace Unbalanced, like the scales of libra They dance stiffly at first, clenched together But as the music drifts on, the aching rumba turns to a waltz And creation rears its glowing headQuerencia
With cold winter air blowing down the cupboard,
The hot water feels like paradise As if your hands were on ebony, Debussy eats his heart out, Mozart turns in his grave And somewhere, mean old Mr. Scatton huffs Frustrated that this music isn’t coming from his callouses. Like fingertips smoothing along polished marble &nbs
Subterranean
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La-De-De
A.K.A
Stalker of Jhonen, Lover of moose...and little piggys...and especialy the bees...
Dont mind me, I'm just havin some fun with ze buttons...
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I like to pinch the pigskin.....ಠ_ಠ
hey hun...beautiful poetry you have here. im actually a poet myself though i dont post any on my account. anyways i love your stuff and it was nice meeting you...
God Bless....
-Stephanie
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I'm lost. I've gone to look for myself, so if i get back before i return, please ask me to wait...
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