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midnight. (haiku)

When midnight arrives The darkness hides everything. You will never know. © what sandra thinks art: deviation by llrcz.deviantart.com

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better love.

Don’t you hate when you love an artist or a band… and you cannot wait for their next release… but when it happens, you’re disappointed? I get that they grow and evolve and all that. But it sucks when they change … Continue reading

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deep enough.

It felt good that day Talking and smiling Laughter. Maybe that is happy Is that happy? It doesn’t feel deep enough To be real No need to think Stop analyzing Just enjoy… Oh. Darkness inside me Creeping around slowly My … Continue reading

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here’s what I think.

Here’s what I think… Rather than post a late fiction friday installment this week, I’m going to take the week off. Oh… and unless something superbly amazing happens today, I’m going to skip the weekly perk, too. I’ve been writing the fiction, … Continue reading

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the first.

Oh yes I remember The first time you kissed me I can still feel your lips on mine Those sweet, soft first kisses I remember Oh yes © what sandra thinks

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I have failed.

Today is Friday. And in my brain calendar, tomorrow, Saturday, is the last day of the week. So I have failed… twice. [Or… I will probably fail.] My fiction friday post isn’t ready. I have not written a weekly perk. … Continue reading

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in my perfect dreams. (sickeningly sappy haiku)

In my perfect dreams, your scent, your smile, your warmth, and your arms surround me. In my perfect dreams, you whisper of love and you never let me go. © what sandra thinks

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petals.

petals. tiny pieces from inside of me flying from my fingers into the wind born from your breath. © what sandra thinks

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