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Damselindistress: Too much
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Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore" Original Poetry by Mindola. Tuesday, April 18, 2006. You in your winter coat. And me in my frown. For a grasp at anything stable. Ice clouds and paintings. Drip mercifully on curves. And hollows of us. Bent and lying twisted. The truth has two. Posted by Mindola at 1:51 PM. View my complete profile. Van Nasty in Van City.
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Damselindistress: So Lost
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Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore" Original Poetry by Mindola. Thursday, May 18, 2006. I saw it all. And I can’t see. The way I could. Lose all of that. A song, a smell. A voice, a call. A thought, a look. And I think back. Of my new life. Back when I was. Posted by Mindola at 10:28 AM. A girl, a wife, a daughter, a friend, a sister, a music fan, a folkie, a hockey fan, a music snob, a computer nut, a creative, organized, neat freak, ethnic food nut, loyal, loving, opinionated type of girl.
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Damselindistress: May 2005
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Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore" Original Poetry by Mindola. Friday, May 27, 2005. Your rain glistened face. Reflects the stars that light the dark. Clouds form around your mouth. Our hands laced and crisscrossed. Too careful on stepping-stones. Viscous words not slipping out. With this cold chilling our bones. Minds flicker flashing thoughts. Soak up the company of one another. Meandering through paper trails. Stifling silence we seek to smother. Is it enough, times so brief? Till I pass by.
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Damselindistress: What now?
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Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore" Original Poetry by Mindola. Monday, June 05, 2006. Draped across your face. And you are repeating. And I am tossing. And stop the avalanche. Posted by Mindola at 10:18 AM. A girl, a wife, a daughter, a friend, a sister, a music fan, a folkie, a hockey fan, a music snob, a computer nut, a creative, organized, neat freak, ethnic food nut, loyal, loving, opinionated type of girl. View my complete profile. Van Nasty in Van City.
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Damselindistress: Baby this night's for us...
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Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore" Original Poetry by Mindola. Wednesday, July 12, 2006. Baby this night's for us. That night i held tight to your arm. And asked you to come with me. That there was room on the way back. I couldn't look into your eyes. I felt guilty for wanting more. And your deep pools. My breath got short mid-sentence. And i found it hard to. Get the words out. And so unattractive in comparison. I felt sick and thrilled at the. Your voice poured out of your. Go so far again.
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Damselindistress: June 2005
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Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore" Original Poetry by Mindola. Thursday, June 30, 2005. As if they knew. My politeness would prevail. For all to see. What would it take. That i was here all. And you are still. Not up to par. I wonder what it would. Take for a simple. Posted by Mindola at 2:13 PM. Tuesday, June 21, 2005. To the point of. Will stay on tonight. We are still afloat. In every sense of the. On cash, and promises. Tearing at the root. We can get over this. Than i had thought. A girl...
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Damselindistress: Negstive HCG
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Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore" Original Poetry by Mindola. Tuesday, May 09, 2006. That my emptiness brings me. The shade and gloom. As do my moods. Put on for all. Like a heavy blanket. Posted by Mindola at 11:01 AM. A girl, a wife, a daughter, a friend, a sister, a music fan, a folkie, a hockey fan, a music snob, a computer nut, a creative, organized, neat freak, ethnic food nut, loyal, loving, opinionated type of girl. View my complete profile. Van Nasty in Van City.
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Damselindistress: Lost so many friends, made so many memories
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Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore" Original Poetry by Mindola. Tuesday, April 25, 2006. Lost so many friends, made so many memories. And I smiled at your name. 1 year not speaking. 1 year of nothing. And i keep thinking. I could just call you. And we could pull-start. And burn the carbon off. But then i think that. You are still with him. And i can't bear to see. And to see what. You have given up to. Be by his side. What you have sacrificed. And how you have changed. Changed all of us.
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Damselindistress: April 2006
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Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore" Original Poetry by Mindola. Tuesday, April 25, 2006. Lost so many friends, made so many memories. And I smiled at your name. 1 year not speaking. 1 year of nothing. And i keep thinking. I could just call you. And we could pull-start. And burn the carbon off. But then i think that. You are still with him. And i can't bear to see. And to see what. You have given up to. Be by his side. What you have sacrificed. And how you have changed. Changed all of us.
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Damselindistress: July 2006
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Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore" Original Poetry by Mindola. Wednesday, July 12, 2006. Baby this night's for us. That night i held tight to your arm. And asked you to come with me. That there was room on the way back. I couldn't look into your eyes. I felt guilty for wanting more. And your deep pools. My breath got short mid-sentence. And i found it hard to. Get the words out. And so unattractive in comparison. I felt sick and thrilled at the. Your voice poured out of your. Go so far again.
