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maybe

Posted on August 2, 2014 by jaybeasley2

this is the best kind of day there is, when your can’t tell where the last hour ended and where the next one begins, we have enough time to draw us out of our shells and when we see that … Continue reading →

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truely

Posted on August 2, 2014 by jaybeasley2

you can’t pretend anymore on a level shelf is where your new confidence is stored becoming a legacy in a new land like a duke who had it rough when the king turned his back or the last hourglass sand … Continue reading →

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darkest pit of your soul in the rain

Posted on August 2, 2014 by jaybeasley2

doesn’t it seem odd to you where we are? almost enough miles away that right now it does not hurt like a bastard keeping a distance from the pain for now even a walk in the pain won’t cheer me … Continue reading →

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flurry

Posted on May 13, 2014 by jaybeasley2

not that I can but I would whisk you away to the kingdom of trees and leaves to play in the flowers and along the chrysanthemum trail to have bits of sun as we skip to a lunch of jam … Continue reading →

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true

Posted on May 12, 2014 by jaybeasley2

de-evolutionary t.v. was repeating itself in the background you told me so very right and I knew that I was going to be correct when I knew you would need to be kept hot in bed and felt that want … Continue reading →

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