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Katlyn...flowersKatlyn has anyone ever given you flowers?
Katlyn has anyone ever given you flowers?
Has anyone ever called you late in the hours?
Just to tell you how much he loves you?
I know about the facts
That all say you love to be on your back
But if you take a moment to understand
That I want to be the man
Who bends down on his knee
And make my humble plea
I don't know whats ahead in your life
But I want you to be my wife.
And if you feel like I'm wrong
Then you don't have to listen to this song
But if you give me a chance
You'll never need another romance.
Katlyn has anyone ever give you flowers
Has anyone ever called you late in the
Have you ever?Have you ever?
Have you ever stood in a troupe
But you wasn't part of the group?
Have you ever went for a walk
To just listen to the people talk?
Have you ever watched people smiles
And just stared for awhile?
Have you ever felt like no one cared
And you looked to see on one was there?
Have you ever put a smile on your face
So you wouldn't feel so out of place?
Have you ever said a lie
Because you didn't want to cry?
Have you ever tried to pretend
That you had a loyal friend
Who wouldn't leave you in the end?
Have you ever went home
And wrote a poem
about how bad it is to feel alone?
Ah...Oh WellAh...Oh well
You gave it a try
You gave it a cry
You didn't ask why.
So in the end of the day
You had nothing to say
But things happen that way.
There was nothing left to do
You read all the clues
But you knew
That all along
You was wrong
And everything is gone
But will you sleep at night?
Do you feel alright?
Is truth in sight?
You shake your head
And think about all that was said
As you toss and turn in bed
And you know in the back of your mind
That it will take some time
And that you'll be fine
But as long your in hell
Nothing can be swell
But oh well...
Lilac II - tankaa star-glow
connects their breaths -
a river path.
in lilac light
she forgets to sigh.
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More