natasha LaTulip aka Gpsi MoonShine Poems

Sister is, sister be. So much is my baby sister not like me.
I've watched you grow and change so much, but I couldn't
ever stand it when you touched my stuff. You'd alwaysglimmer,
you'd always shine, I couldn't stand it when what's yours,
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With everyday life, and random situations, I always find a reasoning, and a meaning for it all.

For the first time in my life, the reasonings I can't seem to grasp; which bring along the fear of personal fall.
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What was it like to love on my own, to learn and to grow, to put myself first, I don't remember.
When was the las time when I remembered my lines, and sang to a crowd, I don't remember.
When was it last that life moved fast, and I remember mostly smiling, I don't remember.
When was the last time that peace was easy to find and I didn't have to wait to be myself, I don't remember.
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There's a time when the heart needs to breath
There's a time when the page needs to end
There's a time when spring is at your foot steps and the moon is the light in your sight
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To the kingdom of the Gulies, lay the queen to his side. The battle begun amungst the Embasery, and refuse, do whitch, is not of the kingdom in resign.Dance thy king in wisdom, queen, let your heart shed in grace. The kingdom is pulling outward- stance, to is the distance, of thy place.

Heartships will not be over drawan, and the edges of one's temperance, hold ground. For one is not to foresaken, the images that may of mark a frown. Pick up your swords and words mighty king, Queen has bestowed ighty shield.
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Spacious
Wondering
Intuitive collectiveness
Heights being focused observed and obliverated.
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He rather play with my plastic bag
that I brought home from the store.
He rather not, givethe time to spare-
for the toy mouse sitting by the front door.
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lay I ring on the radience of thought

The vision of wisdom and memory of a start
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Spyrus; may I ask you a question
sence you hold the key to the skies
You know the words you knowof listoning
you color the lies.
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Glicket Glutteny took a shadow, down the reeves and through the hallows. pass the graves and by the light of the moon, knowing that witches night is comming soon.

Thinking of all those little things that all those little witches bring.Eye of newt, tail of rat, tucked away in their witches hats. pale of mist, wrotten old fruits and herbs and berries, and most likelly caught in a glass jar; a lots of magickal fairies.
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