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When will the Mail Come Back?The mailman took away my mailbox, a square dirt hole is all that is left of what had once fought the air for space. My connection is lost and if I tried to take it back black flies would fight into my pores clog my body and numb my brain They already crushed the sun out of the sky In a place that I used to call home This promise land, the farm that I owned, is nothing more than desert. Dust slithers over the fields and the roads like a snake hunting for the prey So I sleep inside trying to hide from the cracks in the walls of this decaying house hoping to breaWhen will the Mail Come Back?
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| I am from Phoenix, Az. I write short stories and currently have only posted the poetry work I have done. I do a little bit of drawing, but only on the side when I'm bored. I love all types of art as hopefully evident in my favorites collection. I'm in college right now at the U of A and hopefully will have more time to post some new things from class soon. XD |
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- Current Residence: Arizona
- Interests: Writing, Drawing, Reading, Music, and Movies
- Favourite band or musician: The Beatles
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite artist: Mucha
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephen King
- Favourite style of art: Art Nouveau
- Operating System: Mac
- MP3 player of choice: video iPod
- Wallpaper of choice: Something light
- Favourite game: The Sims 2
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii/ Playstation
- Favourite cartoon character: Gary the Snail
- Email: gcontreras_3@hotmail.com
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...wait, did I just type that out loud?
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A simple drop of golden rain trickles down her spin.
This and that and nothing left, fades to a lie.
She speaks and dreams, of what it would be,
to be that of what is what, not be who they see.
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I need a sig
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A simple drop of golden rain trickles down her spin.
This and that and nothing left, fades to a lie.
She speaks and dreams, of what it would be,
to be that of what is what, not be who they see.
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I need a sig
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(avatar by pronouncedyou)
+♥+♥+♥+
Don't Love Me★Baby
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I need a sig
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(avatar by pronouncedyou)
+♥+♥+♥+
Don't Love Me★Baby
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A simple drop of golden rain trickles down her spin.
This and that and nothing left, fades to a lie.
She speaks and dreams, of what it would be,
to be that of what is what, not be who they see.
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A simple drop of golden rain trickles down her spin.
This and that and nothing left, fades to a lie.
She speaks and dreams, of what it would be,
to be that of what is what, not be who they see.
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