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Check sadguynextdoor's Instagram Are you righty or lefty? 
I'm righty but I wish I was a lefty. 1611348700935164851_4500008396

Are you righty or lefty? I'm righty but I wish I was a lefty.

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Check cristinamunoz8's Instagram From a piece which doesn't have a name yet I'm working on :-) Thanks for reading. Please tag me if reposting. All Rights Reserved. ©C. Munoz 2017  #quotes #lovequotes #poetryquote #loveislove #lesbianpoetry #lesbianpoets #poetrylines #prose  #poet #australianpoet #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writer #poets  #ilovewriting #instagrampoets #instagrampoetry  #lgbtq  #spilledink  #poem #poetry  #lgbtq 
#bymepoetry #bymepoetryaus #herheartpoetry 
#writersnetwork
#writersuniverse 
#writerscorner
#australianpoetry 
#womenwhowrite 1611348781591680660_3437035910

From a piece which doesn't have a name yet I'm working on :-) Thanks for reading. Please tag me if reposting. All Rights Reserved. ©C. Munoz 2017 #quotes #lovequotes #poetryquote #loveislove #lesbianpoetry #lesbianpoets #poetrylines #prose #poet #australianpoet #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writer #poets #ilovewriting #instagrampoets #instagrampoetry #lgbtq #spilledink #poem #poetry #lgbtq #bymepoetry #bymepoetryaus #herheartpoetry #writersnetwork #writersuniverse #writerscorner #australianpoetry #womenwhowrite

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Check magnificent_magnolia's Instagram Maybe right at this moment you're feeling depressed. You're anxious. Your life is stagnant. You're about to give up. DON'T! FIGHT THE FIGHT. DO IT FOR YOU. YOU DESERVE A GOOD LIFE. A HAPPY LIFE. A SUCCESSFUL LIFE. YOU ARE STRONGER THAN YOU KNOW. YOU'RE MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE. THINK IT. BELIEVE IT. MAKE IT HAPPEN.

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Maybe right at this moment you're feeling depressed. You're anxious. Your life is stagnant. You're about to give up. DON'T! FIGHT THE FIGHT. DO IT FOR YOU. YOU DESERVE A GOOD LIFE. A HAPPY LIFE. A SUCCESSFUL LIFE. YOU ARE STRONGER THAN YOU KNOW. YOU'RE MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE. THINK IT. BELIEVE IT. MAKE IT HAPPEN. #wufreshfeature #writersnetwork #writersuniverse #writingcommunity #writerofig #writersofinstagram #spilledink #musings #rantingsofawriter #poetry #poetsofinstagram #inspiration #inspirationalquotes #wordstoliveby #lifequotes #lifestylecoach #lifestyleblogger

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Check mike_barlow_'s Instagram CONCLUSION
NO SLEEP FOR THE WICKED 
OR 
HOW I MEANT TO MEAT YOUR MOTHER

Vibrator's held together by duct tape after she dismantled it. Dialed it up to an unrecommended setting beyond factory rating. Lost most of the screws that hold it together. Hence the tape. Probably both an electrical and health hazard now.

Frantically banging herself, I realize her fuckhole is a symbol for her soul. It's emptiness is torture. No pity even remotely in my scorched mind, I float around and enjoy my orgasm. I shoot cum everywhere. I shoot cum on the t.v., on walls, out an open window, on an old sandwich lying on a table. I look down, see the socks on my feet, cum on those too.

Labcheck. Back to girlfriend. Vibrator yanked out, I fill her physically, symbolically. Rail her for longer than I really want to, until I find I'm fucking a squid. Tentacles waving around, I look the octopus dead in the eyes and I FUCK. 
The girlfriend enters the room eating a sandwich (the sandwich), she asks, "Are you fucking a squid?" I gulp, "I think it's an octopus?" She chokes, coughs, something not right with the sandwich, says, "One of these times you should let me be the narrator." Fact: An Octopus Never Smiles.

I blank out. Exit void to the episode. Regain awareness. Blurry & alone in a soiled anecdote. Love is not in the air. Smells like something that won't wash off.

And The Socks Were Still On... THE END.... FINALLY, RIGHT? 1611346937952697733_2940967360

CONCLUSION NO SLEEP FOR THE WICKED OR HOW I MEANT TO MEAT YOUR MOTHER Vibrator's held together by duct tape after she dismantled it. Dialed it up to an unrecommended setting beyond factory rating. Lost most of the screws that hold it together. Hence the tape. Probably both an electrical and health hazard now. Frantically banging herself, I realize her fuckhole is a symbol for her soul. It's emptiness is torture. No pity even remotely in my scorched mind, I float around and enjoy my orgasm. I shoot cum everywhere. I shoot cum on the t.v., on walls, out an open window, on an old sandwich lying on a table. I look down, see the socks on my feet, cum on those too. Labcheck. Back to girlfriend. Vibrator yanked out, I fill her physically, symbolically. Rail her for longer than I really want to, until I find I'm fucking a squid. Tentacles waving around, I look the octopus dead in the eyes and I FUCK. The girlfriend enters the room eating a sandwich (the sandwich), she asks, "Are you fucking a squid?" I gulp, "I think it's an octopus?" She chokes, coughs, something not right with the sandwich, says, "One of these times you should let me be the narrator." Fact: An Octopus Never Smiles. I blank out. Exit void to the episode. Regain awareness. Blurry & alone in a soiled anecdote. Love is not in the air. Smells like something that won't wash off. And The Socks Were Still On... THE END.... FINALLY, RIGHT?

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Check serendipitythoughts's Instagram When I feel pain I feel it in rounds . Round one isn’t so bad, it’s simply just a sound. “I’m leaving you”. I can feel my heart beat faster in round two, mainly because I don’t know what to do. Round 3 I don’t know what is happening to me, except that I am losing feeling. Round 4 I cannot feel anymore. Instead I’m staring blankly at the door. “I just miss you.” #poem #me #thoughts #love #poetry #spilledink #spokenword #impromptu #relatable #rounds 1611348360190474916_6063931142

When I feel pain I feel it in rounds . Round one isn’t so bad, it’s simply just a sound. “I’m leaving you”. I can feel my heart beat faster in round two, mainly because I don’t know what to do. Round 3 I don’t know what is happening to me, except that I am losing feeling. Round 4 I cannot feel anymore. Instead I’m staring blankly at the door. “I just miss you.” #poem #me #thoughts #love #poetry #spilledink #spokenword #impromptu #relatable #rounds

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Check theinkforest's Instagram Watched @bishopjakes preach this morning, "And It Came To Pass" the msg was definitely for me. I plan to watch it again before I go to bed to really absorb its content. It was so deep for where I am, nestled in the arms of God, it made me cry like a baby, in praise. I am processing..
#artists #wisdom #truth #vibe #peace #HOPE #patience
#AbstractPoetTree #TheInkForest #consciousness #writer #literary_imagery #LOVE #tribe #creativewriting #timing 
#authenticity #poet #poetic #poetry #poems #spilledink
#spiritualgrowth #spirituality #soulisticmedicine #HEALTH
#humanity #courage #foodforthought #encouragement
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Watched @bishopjakes preach this morning, "And It Came To Pass" the msg was definitely for me. I plan to watch it again before I go to bed to really absorb its content. It was so deep for where I am, nestled in the arms of God, it made me cry like a baby, in praise. I am processing.. #artists #wisdom #truth #vibe #peace #hope #patience #abstractpoettree #theinkforest #consciousness #writer #literary_imagery #love #tribe #creativewriting #timing #authenticity #poet #poetic #poetry #poems #spilledink #spiritualgrowth #spirituality #soulisticmedicine #HEALTH #humanity #courage #foodforthought #encouragement (creator of image unknown)

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Check heidijeanpoet's Instagram LEFTOVER CRUSHES
Look back at all of the people you have had a crush on but you never 
confessed to. Now imagine somewhere are those who have had a crush on you that you never knew about. 
Where are the crushes now? 
Stagnant tension that is just sitting in limbo. Chances not taken. Itches not scratched. Nervous first kisses not kissed. Hearts not burned. What never was. That never could be. 
Where do the leftover crushes go? 
An ocean of desire with nowhere to swim. Eternal attraction out of reach, 
while floating fantasies were never real enough to really be real. Where do 
the daydreams go to die? Do your blushing butterflies disappear past the horizon? 
One-sided puppy love thickens the air, as with each fainthearted attempt to be nonchalant. Memories are warm and untainted in the pit of timid idolization. 
Where do all the crushes go once the eclipse of emotion takes place? 
Can the obsession vanish? Or do you still crush on them with thirsty eyes? 
Your schemes were bigger than any conversation you’ll ever have. To give 
each other the time of day is nothing but a thought away. 
This closet in the abyss holds each secret doodle and song lyric, every 
horoscope and lonely Valentine’s Day, and your colorful imagination when 
you experience your own body at night. 
Where do the crushes go when the wanting isn’t warranted? 
Bubbles of unanswered questions trail alongside accidental eye contact, 
and you can’t fathom an expiration on such admiration. On attraction from afar. Nobody will ever know them like you do. You don’t know what you 
don’t know and you don’t know how to let go. And nobody will ever know. 
Where do all the crushes go? #heidijeanpoet #heidielizabethjean #crush #lovepoem #sadpoetry #poetry #poet #poem #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writersnetwork #spilledink #words #womenwriters #lesbianwriter 1611348137155118690_4378603832

LEFTOVER CRUSHES Look back at all of the people you have had a crush on but you never confessed to. Now imagine somewhere are those who have had a crush on you that you never knew about. Where are the crushes now? Stagnant tension that is just sitting in limbo. Chances not taken. Itches not scratched. Nervous first kisses not kissed. Hearts not burned. What never was. That never could be. Where do the leftover crushes go? An ocean of desire with nowhere to swim. Eternal attraction out of reach, while floating fantasies were never real enough to really be real. Where do the daydreams go to die? Do your blushing butterflies disappear past the horizon? One-sided puppy love thickens the air, as with each fainthearted attempt to be nonchalant. Memories are warm and untainted in the pit of timid idolization. Where do all the crushes go once the eclipse of emotion takes place? Can the obsession vanish? Or do you still crush on them with thirsty eyes? Your schemes were bigger than any conversation you’ll ever have. To give each other the time of day is nothing but a thought away. This closet in the abyss holds each secret doodle and song lyric, every horoscope and lonely Valentine’s Day, and your colorful imagination when you experience your own body at night. Where do the crushes go when the wanting isn’t warranted? Bubbles of unanswered questions trail alongside accidental eye contact, and you can’t fathom an expiration on such admiration. On attraction from afar. Nobody will ever know them like you do. You don’t know what you don’t know and you don’t know how to let go. And nobody will ever know. Where do all the crushes go? #heidijeanpoet #heidielizabethjean #crush #lovepoem #sadpoetry #poetry #poet #poem #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writersnetwork #spilledink #words #womenwriters #lesbianwriter

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