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Ha escrito en el papel de cáñamo, tinta negra

Their tears were their love poem Christopher Poindexter: "I'll throw my voice into the stars and maybe the echo of my words will be written in the clouds for you by sunrise. What I'm trying to say is: I'll love you through the darkness.

The thing about chaos, is that while it disturbs us, it too, forces our hearts to roar in a way we secretly find magnificent. -Christopher Poindexter

The thing about chaos, is that while it disturbs us, it too, forces our hearts to roar in a way we secretly find magnificent. -Christopher Poindexter My Favorite Poet!

weirdness

We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness-and call it love-true love~Robert Fulghum

The Universe and Her, and I poem #158 written by Christopher Poindexter

The Universe and Her, and I poem written by Christopher Poindexter. I will love you, not starting with your skin or your organs or your bones: I will love madly first, your naked soul.

I am yours. "Crumble life: I will marry your pieces" poem 34, by Christopher Poindexter.

Crumble life: I will marry your pieces poem 34 written by Christopher Poindexter

F. Scott Fitzgerald Love Quote Made On Typewriter door farmnflea

I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Remember inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night Quote Typed on Typewriter and Framed

I will shed all of the skin down to the bone beneath it if that's what it will take for you to come to the realization that appearance is not what makes a human beautiful.

"I will shed all of this skin down to the very bone beneath it if that's what it will take for you to come to the realization that appearance is not what makes a human beautiful." I have this poem signed by him!

Shel Silverstein

Self Esteem Grade Beautiful Shel Silverstein poem about BLUE authenticity and the masks we wear (I think, anyway). It would be beautiful to read this before doing a mask-making activity in a counseling group.

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