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I love you.

I wondered if you could hear my heart in your sleep, Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams, Touch my lips when you wake up, And whisper in my ears while I sleep. I pondered all that as you fell asleep to my heartbeat, Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me. And when I wake up it was your lips, Or maybe it's all just a dream. But when I declared "I love you", I could feel your lips at my ear, Whispering the sweet melody, Of everything I ever wanted to hear.

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I love you too

I hate hanging up on you after the way you say "I love you." Somehow totally pronouncing the period while simply saying "I love you". It's one of the constant feelings I have with you, Leaving me mindlessly craving for more. I love how your voice strikes my inner sides, But not how it happens to take over my mind. And it never seems to strike alone because of my love for you, A love I risk to trust in all the beautiful lies. So I try to savor your words in my mind, The way your voice holds my heart away, The river of longing lit by your smile, Every moment of what we have.

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Because I Miss You

I fell asleep last night with your letters by my side. There must have been a hundred pages, Scented with the love I've been dreaming of every day. So it is true that I read all of them before sleep sometimes, Just once in a little while, Slowly like the way I long to caress your lips. And the softness of your touch haunts my every dream, Like this longing I have of you, Burning ever so precariously in this moment of my heart.

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It's Not Love

When was love supposed to make you cry? I look to the heavens and ask them why. But they don't whisper a single phrase And I'm left wandering in a daze. I thought it was love, but it couldn't be Because there is just too much hurt inside of me. When was love supposed to hurt so much? Wasn't it all about yearning for their touch? Instead I fear of what you might say I think about the possibilities every day. I just get this feeling that it will come crashing to an end It's a feeling that seems to grow stronger when I see you again. Is it just me or is the distance growing between us Getting larger without the safety of our trust?

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My First Kiss

The moment was awkward and all was still One moment we were laughing and then silence prevailed. Our eyes met but I grew afraid— Quickly I blushed and looked the other way. But he just smiled at me and took my hand— Sometimes I just hate it when he always understands. And even more when he tucks my hair behind my ear. He looks at me like that and logic just disappears… I get weak in the knees, my hands start to shake Has anyone ever compared love to an earthquake? If not, I would have to say that’s how it makes me feel I have to sit down or I cannot deal And he just laughs at me as he sets me down Safely, I si

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Love

Love can be kind, but it can be cruel It can mess with your mind And make you feel like a fool. It can break your heart And make you cry. And there will be times You want to die. Love can make you do some crazy things One moment you'll find yourself Standing out on a limb. Losing your balance Only to find No one is around to catch you As you fall from behind. Love can be evil. Love can be wrong Love is not always simple But it's always strong. How it controls you Is a question indeed Because there are times I feel like I will never be free. Love can be prison. Love can be blind How it messes you up And takes over your m

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Is It Love?

If I hugged you, would you never let go? If I kissed you, would you cherish that moment? If I reached for your hand, would you take mine gently? If I needed a shoulder, would you let me cry on yours? If I needed to talk, would you really listen? If I needed to scream, would you do it with me? If I needed to go, would you come with me? If I fell for you, would you catch me? or just let me hit the pavement?

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Can't Help Loving You

I really cannot help it, It says so in my heart, I really cannot help it, Though I didn't feel so at the start. But now we're closer and I realize, I'm lucky to have you, All the things you say to me, The sweetest things you do. You cheer me up, When I am down, You make me smile, When I frown. You may not ever realize, My feelings deep and true, You may not ever notice, I can't help loving you. I'll never stop loving you, there's no way I could.

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Oh, Beautiful Girl

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Art

Why does art need to be perfect? Why throw rules on how to become a good artist onto us? Why give us direction on how to do it right? Why send us to the greatest artists for learning? Why do we need the best learning to become good artists? Cant we choose what we want to create, in the way we want to create it? Our flaws is not a negative barrier. Our flaws can create new and exiting things. With our flaws we can create something no one else has created. Only going for what is and looks natural is one of hundreds of paths. And its not the only "right" one. You have the choice to go all the paths. There shouldnt be just a few to ch

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Die

Die: Such a simple word, spewed without thought. "I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed." But what if we actually gave meaning to those words? Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight, Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart? Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands; Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes? Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward, Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others? To say that one is deserving of death, Suggests that you are ready to kill. And if indeed you are ready to kill, Then you too must be prepared to die.

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Last night was amazing I loved what you did to me fucked me so hard I couldn't breathe Sweat covered us growing our lust They way you moved your hands slowly up my body gave me shivers of desire; damn, I'm lucky Hearts beating together we'd like to fuck forever Your fingertips lingered on my curvy breasts you slightly pinched them I moaned in protest Begging for more 'cause your touch I adore You grabbed them caressed them with your thumb I gasped a little then made a sweet hum I'm hungry for you maybe a little horny too My lips moved up your neck stopping at your mouth as I bit your lip you gave a shout Enjoy the

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This, is love.

I gave you every last spinning molecule in my body. They dissolved into your lips on the very first night. I let you keep them all, because I was floating. I never expected to fall. I got to hold onto my nerves that torture me with every mention of your name, every memory stored. I wander like mist around the most miserable parts of the world just waiting for you to find me. But you aren't even looking. I'll never know what you did with me. I'll never uncover where you hid me. The ground is tracked with my dragging feet that are slowly grinding down to nothing. The arched slump in my back worsens each night. You will never know the

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Making love to you

I look on your eyes tonight, watching every bit of action you have been thinking, Living those moments, again having that gorgeous smile on your face Holding on to me tight, as if I might run away the very next moment Your lips whispering in my ears, tickling the air passing around me Running those fingers on my face, resembling heaven for me on this earth Crawling those fingertips on to lips, hungry for your touch, Laying your ears in the middle of the chest, listening to my heart Whispering the silent scream of your name in the core of your ears Locking your lips with mine, creating a sensual eroticism of its own Playing your finge

Portal To The Sky

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Published: Jun 17, 2006

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The name of this tree is Portal Tree. It is hard to tell but its branches form a giant circular circle and when the moon shines through, well, it is very cool. It is easier to see it during the winter but you can still see it in this picture. I hope you like it.

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Canon

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Canon PowerShot A75

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1/60 second

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F/4.8

Focal Length

16 mm