SensesSensesSenses
Four corners, perfect Faces look down upon me, not judging But simply observing Ironic that I should be compared to a set of masks
Mine is simple, a two way mirror It let's me do as I wish And no one is the wiser Free within my own isolation
Friendly Fairies and my own faeries my driving force And yet another body A head and shoulders Two breasts and a belly button Just like any normal girl And yet anything would be further from The truth; such an odd concept
Meditation on sleep Thoughts are dependent
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DevIDThe RootThe RootThe Root
A Breath, A Touch, A Look No, that’s not true; A Gaze
Windows have two settings See through, and uninteresting
Just because you can see something Does not mean you know anything about It
Sight is one of the tools we use to learn Learning people is not like learning math
The root 18225 is 135; the root of love? Certainly not 140.712… even though that would make things easier
Talk about nonsense People defy logic
Logic is boring People are not
The root of love is an idea Every
Gutter SailingSailing boats down the gutter, Just you and me. But that’s not the way it is. It’s just me alone sailing my boats, Watching them sink, Watching them float.Gutter Sailing
I write how I love you On every fold, Then push my origami into the waves. There goes the captain with the paper beret. His boat sinks into water, My ink swirls away.
Ink is not water proof, Neither are my boats, And I sit here sacrificing paper, Hoping some will sail. Watching them sink While paper sailors bail.
A passerby picks up a boat, Trying to read t
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Lorrie
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole. -Roger Caras
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