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[creativesoul]

it is another blisteringly hot and beautiful day- reminds me of california somehow- all that yellow- rolling hills- there were times when the ghosts of love -s past would -seemingly be near by- like old friends-0 they know-
and they tickle me= wisp by me- tip toe around my room- melted- beside her- stood a shadow- of a person that just 'snapped' no one home -gone burgers-
jokes about things that were not so funny were told sometimes
double decker buses- and rock and roll-
history of a generational disorder-'gimmie a quarter' i want one of those stuffedaninals you get with the claw-
over and over-
toy drops
ahhh
the troll woman was dying- no one listened to her anymore-her croonies were dedicated- but there was one- that lived in fear- un tying herself from the covennant
her kidneys were shutting down- she couldnt make it work- all that trying-=those tears= she
gave up- there were other things to focus on

summer brings on pretty young girls that are pregnant or in love- and the many lessons of a fire like passion- the grandmothers came in many moths last night- got all stuck on the front and back doors- i wondered where my granny was- why she never talked to me- but she still likes tea- and - sends me a metamorphisis of love

[dadio]

Powerful prose write,