4/29/11
E.S. Wynn
Simple Difference
By Tawny Nordstrom



Nothing issoothing me but this voice. The voice that leads me to believe of a pretend dream life of you and I.Something we maybe are. Something we maybe were. Something we could be. The vision is false but the heartache is real. The shakes won't stop now and my clothes are melting off my body. All I want is to not want anymore.

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I am an independent woman dependent on love. I find beauty, originality and comfort in arts and chocolate.
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  1. Tawny Nordstrom Says:
    April 29, 2011 at 5:59 AM

    Here's the poem:

    Nothing is soothing me but this voice. The voice that leads me to believe of a pretend dream life of you and I. Something we maybe are. Something we maybe were. Something we could be. The vision is false but the heartache is real. The shakes won't stop now and my clothes are melting off my body. All I want is to not want anymore.


  2. Eran Says:
    April 29, 2011 at 6:23 AM

    So simple and beautiful. I don't know how you do it, but you do it so well. This is only the beginning! Love you[r work].


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