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Nancy comes in my dreams 

Like a fairy of Disney Land 

Have two wings and song 

Touch hearts with no band 

Nancy comes from the moon 

Where the lovely stars shining 

Calls me to join the song 

And to share her in the dancing 

Nancy, I love you so much 

Can you call me only once? 

Don't keep me in dreams 

Just come in real to dance 
 

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Feelings that once were hidden
Are now expressed to you.
Days that once were stormy
Are now the brightest blue.

Times that once were lonely
Are now filled with pleasure.
All that once was mine alone
Are now things we both treasure.

Nights that once were cold
Are now comforting and warm.
Fears that once were very real
Are now gone with the storm.

A heart that once was broken
Can now fi...

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There’s a floor called race and a home called blood,

it can be what forms you.

It can be what clothes you, what warms you as it flows through your body,

a rich honey providing brotherhood, relation, family and love -

bonds of pride which cartwheel through your body.

I have a mystery and in my father lies the clues.

I had droplets of speciality, uniqueness, distinction, excitement...

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What we are is real
and real is who were suppose to be
and If we were meant to be fake
our skin would be plastic like barbie,
but we are all humans.
Humans who make mistakes,
who has scars: seen or hidden,
and who has things that they wish
to change about themselves.
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But, our Uniquely selves
are imperfections of beauty
because beauty isn't fake; beauty is real.
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It was ghostly

quiet, not a

living soul around.

No one to

hear my cries.

If I should

die not to

be found.

There was only

silence, I felt

so scared and alone.

To pass away

and it not

to be known.

I clasped my

cross tight in

my hand.

I praye...

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I can say I love you, I won’t ever hurt you.

We will never grow apart, fall apart, I’ll never break your heart.

I can tell you I will give you the world and more.

I can sing your praises till my throat gets sore.

I can say everyday will be better than the one before.

I can make you believe I will never walk out the door.

I can talk a load of crap if that’s what you...

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Artist talking to artist

 As Light to Light
No outsiders hearing
What viewers have in sight.
 
The colours of the paintings
Reflects the artists thoughts
Though the onlookers never know
The artist’s. Mind.
 
Artist talking to Artist
Like words from a book
Pictures revealing
Their outlook
 
One slash here, a line there
A rounded curve
A mountain
A landscape.  A portrait
Of dots connecting dots
As ...

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