my heroespeople who manage to have clean tables
people who can write songs and melodies that cruise my head
people who are passionate and manage to create that passion in me
people who care about the underprivileged
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and goby ~dieFrauHolle
left-handed dance motion-left-handed dance motion
sweeping window panes
they return
hollering conviction outside the door weeping love mornings with him
while nothing else is left to do and what happened I have my organs again what happened I smiled so deeply into coffee
that with brown skin I now wait for you a demand too ardent only stutters to reply electricity at dawn red and raw because it’s new an army in the yard the soul away with the light and with brown hearts now my love I raise my guns for you
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by ~AnnaInAdottedDress
High-High
Do you remember when you
were my back, we stood together like a
tree and its spine
and I pulled myself up against you just to remain more or less upright,
just to remain
steady on my sorry feet.
Since I last saw you
in a dark shed beside
a stream and a light,
something has started
deep down inside
the surge of my mind
and I was in a haze,
I was asleep but you changed
that part of my life.
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by ~AnnaInAdottedDress
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Switzerland
- Interests: history,phantasy and the real great kingom of heaven
- Favourite movie: bbc pride and prejudice
- Favourite band or musician: the one that makes me get lost in his/her music
- Favourite genre of music: stuff that i can sing out loud when its haunting me
- Favourite artist: CDFriedrich, impressionists, Hopper...
- Favourite poet or writer: Jane Austen
- Favourite photographer: Crewdson
- Skin of choice: crispy
- Favourite cartoon character: calvin and hobbes
- Personal Quote: klunker kann man nie genug haben
- Tools of the Trade: scissors, lots of tape, paints,paper,needles, fabrics,fujifilm,scraps from magazines...
- Email: eva_in_der_schweiz@web.de
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