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30.12.09

blanco y rojo y azul y yo no te

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23.12.09

misty ride night song





Rain soak me
wash off what is not me
clean me
so that i can see
heal me
so inside i am free
pause me
so i can learn to be

Owl guide me when i am alone
follow me
when i need to roam
navigate me
when i lose my way home
find my heart when it has ...flown

Hill strengthen me when i am weak
let me summit when life gets bleak
guide me to your secret creek
quiet me when i shouldn't speak

Life teach me and i will gladly learn
holding tight upon your stern
when wind blows in i will not turn
i'll ride your waters as they churn
 ~michelle
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8.12.09

personal stuff


sometimes i feel lost in this world without my pops...
he was the only person on this planet who got me.
i mean really got me
knew me so well...even the tiny burrows one only knows about themselves.
when we would be at family gatherings, or in rooms together and i would say something
that had hidden undertones, or i felt nervous or uncomfortable, or i told one of my stupid
jokes that no one gets...i would glance at him and he would give me the most understanding
wink...and i knew i was loved and known.
that's big shit!
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6.12.09

music to shiver to

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soak


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4.12.09

j'aime

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