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The memory of you is caught in my head like a thorn on a vine. I pick and I pry. But no matter what I do I can't stop thinking of you. I just don't want to loose your face. Your beautiful smile
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Felt Tip Pen. Based on the song by Rock group P
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My living room. (before I moved) This is not wha
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don't know it. And then one day, something will happen, something will get you - or someone will touch you suddenly, like a thorn coming by chance under your sleeve to graze your skin
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a red rose up close
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watercolors on paper 8.5"x11"
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Did you ever think about getting back together wit
on a date herself. 5. Address the basics You may need to address the issues that remained a thorn in your relationship. If necessary, seek professional help to deal with this. Just remember
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A dark fantasy story, set in a bleak semi-futuisti
it, demon-filth, Tharia said, almost growling. See? Though Jessdana couldnt see Raeliss face she knew he was smirking. She is quite a thorn, Master, Tryon said quite stiffly. And what a lovely thorn for me
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one of my drawings.
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The beautiful flower from a Thistle in late summer
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Scott Jr Project - Every Rose has its thorn
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thorn demos
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This is a poem about someone having trouble sleepi
the Broken goodbyes, Failed communication, And false pretenses. So I continue. Each step along the avenue I choose Brings a new thorn in my side. Logic becomes meaningless. The ceiling molding
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