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Her JourneyShe abandoned ship with a pirate Before the hourglass blurred the years Into breaths of ragged hours before she Skipped town with a bootlegger And was just another doll Out there in the twenties She caught the roses thrown in handfuls Empty eyes drinking in the adulation Her top hat tilted in cabaret bars Woman become man for the stage alone She broke sea opals with her siren call Held in thrall those helpless sailor suitors Who never stood a chance When she wanted what she wanted She got lost in dirty deserts And gave up part of herself in dry heat &nbsHer Journey
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
Means a lot to me
Have a nice weekend
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\\\"Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee! \\\"
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R.I.P. Kim Manners January 13, 1951 January 25, 2009
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R.I.P. Kim Manners January 13, 1951 January 25, 2009
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Though you have never possessed me, I have belonged to you since the beginning of time. ~Mina Loy.
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~There's a special kind of freedom sisters enjoy. Freedom to share innermost thoughts, to ask a favor, to show their true feelings. The freedom to simply be themselves. ~
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Though you have never possessed me, I have belonged to you since the beginning of time. ~Mina Loy.
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~There's a special kind of freedom sisters enjoy. Freedom to share innermost thoughts, to ask a favor, to show their true feelings. The freedom to simply be themselves. ~
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