

Signing YearbooksGlossy pages. Black and pink pens. John Hancocks. "Have a great summer." "You rock." Make it special, please. Put something different from everyone else. A hidden love mento. A loverly doodle. Make me feel loved, make meSigning Yearbooks
soar to the fore. Then gaze at me with a light behind your eyes telling of secrets you can't let out as I sign your yearbook for you. The light is reflected in the pools of lonliness in my eyes. I silently beg you not to leave, slowly handing the yearbook


Fog in a ForestDisappear in the mists, tall and strong is shrouded. Disappear in the mists, now forever clouded. whisps of fog take over, tall and strong is shrouded, mists are like a drover. Trees cleverly hidden, whisps of fog take over. Entrance is forbidden. Forests a fogbound fleet, trees cleverly hidden. Ghosts of trees white as sheets, through the dark nights advance. Forests a fogbound fleet, its sailors in a trance. Disappear in the mists, through the dark nights advance. Disappear in the mists.Fog in a Forest


To a Creepy ForestGlare at me as I walk between your trees. Will you let me wander through without harm? Becoming increasingly forboding, trees get closer, it's darker, thicker, black.To a Creepy Forest
Light enters my wide eyes, you shove me out. The sun's bright after the long walk through you. You scratched me, caught my clothes in your brambles. I bite my thumb, then walk on, and you glare.


Endless WaltzTrees made lovingly, carefully carved and shaped. Infinite, ageless eldars, forever waltzing and whispering "This is life." Good smells, filtered light, reaching us. ~undisturbed~ Us reaching light filtered, smells good - life is this: Whispering and waltzing forever, eldars, ageless, infinite. Shaped and carved carefully, lovingly made, trees.Endless Waltz
how was kate's day?
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accord shapes in air, go press that dissonance if you dare
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mov-ed to
starrily
go there
now
You're everywhere!
I miss you.
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We are entirely smooth.
Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
-Mark Twain
I miss you lots. You rock.
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We are entirely smooth.
Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
-Mark Twain
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Ben Sharman
smilelots89@sbcglobal.net
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Ben Sharman
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