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An ode to women's hips

An Ode to Women's Hips Girl, love your hips. They are BEAUTIFUL Wide or slender, high or low Your foundation, your center It’s what defines him from her Your natural safe spot Cause if you can hold it to that little nook It’s yours Be it your baby, your man, or your worries Rest your burdens on that shelf of bone Hold your loved ones on that gentle knoll And you won’t be alone So thrust them out They’re nothing to be shy about Let them roll around Shimmy up and down Your body’s grace Resides in that luscious space Girl, love your hips For as your support, your balance they are yours, yours, yours,

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An ode to women's hips

An Ode to Women's Hips Girl, love your hips. They are BEAUTIFUL Wide or slender, high or low Your foundation, your center It’s what defines him from her Your natural safe spot Cause if you can hold it to that little nook It’s yours Be it your baby, your man, or your worries Rest your burdens on that shelf of bone Hold your loved ones on that gentle knoll And you won’t be alone So thrust them out They’re nothing to be shy about Let them roll around Shimmy up and down Your body’s grace Resides in that luscious space Girl, love your hips For as your support, your balance they are yours, yours, yours,

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Tomorrow

This is for you Dianna, see you tomorrow Tomorrow Staring into still photos Trying to make you come alive Holding onto empty memories Trying to make you human again before my eyes Picking up the pieces of my shattered reality Incisions from the shards bleed my soul through the tears Every morning another continuation of this nightmare Though you say not a word to me You have my undivided attention Your image teases my eyelids Your voice painted in my ears Your face haunting my soul Your smile driving me on to see tomorrow My screams of today mingled with yours of yesterday My tears of forever mixed yours of never Now time mov

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They're Real

They're Real        "Dead I am the pool, draining from the fool Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed.."        The words formed a rough hastily written scrawl at the top of the page, the solid black text sharply contrasting the page of fading and gaining shadows that was a drawing. Most would stare fondly upon accomplishing such a life like illustration, no matter the fact it depicted a silhouetted figure feasting bloodily on a gorily mangled body, but there was no fondness, or even hint of pride in the doe brown eyes that peaked through woman-like eyelashes. There was merely a dull shine created from the bedside lamp that showed

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