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    dots Submission Name: Passion In A Bottledots
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    Author: siroez
    ASL Info:    27/Male/WV
    Elite Ratio:    5.23 - 101/87/44
    Words: 161
    Class/Type: Prose/Passion
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    dotsPassion In A Bottledots
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    Passion contained deep down inside. Bottled up and never opened, only realized. Desire over whelms my curiosity. Flowing down to my deepest core where it all rests in its place, scraping my heart as it rotates. I can only wonder what sweet release would feel like.


    Beauties defined by nature, and love they’re partner. Two tranquil s that pass and intertwine combining from this process, leaving my heart beats pitter pattered and broken. Far away the cries of my heart resonate off of who I could have been.


    Should I focus on who I could become?


    Inside my head I can hear the voices; some yelling, others laughing, all the rest mumbling. Point your finger and empty your blame into my mind. Watch as the world passes me by. Naked I stand before you all. Trampled like a flower.

    It’s ok to have a voice until you use it.




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      Passion contained deep down inside that is bottled up, never opened or realized in desires that overwhelm our curiosity flowing down to the deepest core where love rests, escaping our hearts as we turn; we can only wonder what sweet release would feel like.


    A beauty defined by nature, a love that partnered two tranquil souls that pass and intertwine combining a process, leaving our heart beats to pitter and patter, never missing a beat. Far, far away are the cries of hearts resonating off who we could have been.


    We focus on who we could become!


    Inside our heads we can hear the voices; some yelling, others laughing, all the rest mumbling. We point our finger and empty our blames onto them. As the world passes them by, naked standing before all, now trampled as flowers.

    Is it ok to have a voice until you use it?
    | Posted on 2013-03-22 00:00:00 | by poetotoe | [ Reply to This ]


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