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whatever Feeling a bit Famous whatever

Normally working at Hard Rock an associate cannot turn down the offer of posing in a photo for our customers whether they were tourists or regulars. Today I surprised a 70 year old man from Italy by giving him a kiss in the cheek in our first photo, then licking his face in the second. He was a great rocker, and...
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mneylu:
haha sounds awesome!!

thanks for the love on my latest set smile
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My imperfections confused My writing, please do not steal confused


Sometimes i make mistakes,

Cannot take them back,

Why won't you give me a break,

Courtesy is what you lack,

So what I said I'm sorry,

I know you have hurt,

I began to worry,

Unfolding to a blur,

I know I messed up, I know I failed,

My feelings for you still prevail,

Maybe give up,...
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Once upon confused my writing please don't steal confused

If i prayed, it would be only for you,
and when i prayed,
i prayed for the love to be true,
and if you betray,
my trust, i'll turn the other cheek,
and pretend,
that it won't hurt since i'm not weak,
and i'll mend,
i'll heal as quick as your eye can blink.


At one point,
i...
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carmelita:
Your poetry is outstanding...more please! You've got soul....I luv it. kiss
bastet:
so i'll stop hearing my screaming,
and rememeber it's only me and me,
nobody else just me and myself,
and learn to recognize,
that i don't need anyone else...


i lIKE IT A LOT!!! fantastic!! kiss
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This is my writing.... confused please do not steal confused

Your breathing


how i miss your breathing,
it has become a wound,
put to end my weeping,
that i pray, would heal soon,


it's not what it seems,
no longer hear my screams,
i tend, to stop the bleed,
now i can dream,

once, i shut my eyes,
you are what i desire,
make me testify,
i...
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silencia:
You're sweet. Thank you smile
glass42:
I have scrolled back from far far in your future.  I have scrolled back through the mists of fashion changes and fogs of dark days.  I have scrolled back through blurs of hair color and pounds of cosmetics.  I have scrolled back through blurry selfies and moments of crisp revelation.  I have learned that, in the beginning, as in my own beginning, there was rhyme.