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Muse
in a thousand folds of charted memories, some were made to last a moment longer, perhaps eternal, like a cryptic treasure trove.
this me
muse
im the girl who's tongue tied on stage, finds amusement in the amazement of taste and let slip my own thoughts for the impracticality of a rant.
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Posted by muse at
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
People may come and go,
But men best friend are here to stay,
Till time claim their body,
All those licks and nudges and adoring gazes remain.
Mom said she was heavier because we're carrying her soul as well as her cold cold body
amsk
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Posted by muse at
Sunday, November 06, 2011
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