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Post your favourite music
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Good morning, SPW!!! 🙂ROSSINI: William Tell Overture (full version) - YouTube
(Sorry about the seizures.)
(Sorry about the seizures.)
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GraybeardGhost said: ↑
Grateful Dead! jxcmhjmfjdfmkhrndjsfhdnm Wonderful song, Graybeard! The Mariachi horns made me want to get up and dance. 🙂
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Diane Cluck - Phoenix and Doves (Live at The Rickshaw Stop. SF, CA.) - YouTube
saint someone said
to "die daily"- die daily implies be born daily
open my head-
a phoenix & doves fly out in the morning
saint someone said
to "die daily"- die daily implies be born daily
open my head-
a phoenix & doves fly out in the morning
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Ink and Needles by Diane Cluck - YouTube
Someone's ink and needles,
have written skin riddles,
on his body bare before me except for these sketches,
Signal and semaphore,
for things he won't talk about,
quiet and shut about his padlocks and latches,
My fingers trace his pictures and at each his breathe catches,
He says why are you bare,
bare as the day, day you were born, born from your mother,
I say so you can tattoo with the marks of lovers,
The red trails of his fingers,
the bumping palate of his bony hip,
sharp tooth beneath his softest lip,
the kiss obscures the bite,
He sketched his designs on me all through the night,
he finished and was sleeping so i jumped the early flight,
Now a thousand miles away,
with the passing of the days,
your colors fall from my skin like the moon smooths out the waves,
so quietly they left that i didn't see them fade,
I don't need ink and needles,
to write me my excuse,
the body does tattoo itself,
with old age and abuse,
with lines pooled from the inside drawn from pain and revelry,
My body will tattoo herself with what you mean to me.
Someone's ink and needles,
have written skin riddles,
on his body bare before me except for these sketches,
Signal and semaphore,
for things he won't talk about,
quiet and shut about his padlocks and latches,
My fingers trace his pictures and at each his breathe catches,
He says why are you bare,
bare as the day, day you were born, born from your mother,
I say so you can tattoo with the marks of lovers,
The red trails of his fingers,
the bumping palate of his bony hip,
sharp tooth beneath his softest lip,
the kiss obscures the bite,
He sketched his designs on me all through the night,
he finished and was sleeping so i jumped the early flight,
Now a thousand miles away,
with the passing of the days,
your colors fall from my skin like the moon smooths out the waves,
so quietly they left that i didn't see them fade,
I don't need ink and needles,
to write me my excuse,
the body does tattoo itself,
with old age and abuse,
with lines pooled from the inside drawn from pain and revelry,
My body will tattoo herself with what you mean to me.
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