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 White Sands's Profile |
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| Age: | 34 years old |
| Sex: | Male |
| Location: | Pensacola, Florida |
| Country: |  United States |
| Height: | 6' 2" |
| BodyType: | Average |
| Last Login: | Apr 29, 2009 (246 days back) |
| I am Here For Friends and Networking. | |
My Background and Lifestyle |
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| MaritalStatus: | Single |
| Ethnicity: | White / Caucasian |
| SexualOrientation: | Straight |
| Hometown: | Lawton, OK |
| Religion: | Buddhist |
| Smoker: | Yes |
| Drinker: | Yes |
| Children: | I don't want kids |
| Education: | College graduate |
| Occupation: | Writer, Philosopher, Professional Curmudgeon |
| Income: | Less than $30,000 |
My Blog |
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Equin |
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| No splashes here.His friends are beats on the red clay.No angels below, Just a warmth of day,to guide her tears between his scars. As the clopping's bring her chorus,He listens,a snort, a mist in the ... Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 03:46:00 GMT |
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No here... |
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He was taken,
viciously,
the moment their lips curled spaces between tigers.
Paws and evenings run to the orange fear,
pursuing the scar-ridge.
His eyes narrow as he&... Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 05:50:00 GMT |
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Dawn... |
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| Your legs drape me like silk curtains,
your voice calling through slivers of light like a whisper.
"Baby, I love you", you say.
In silent moments I feel your worries,
soft, tender ... Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 11:27:00 GMT |
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All imperfect things... |
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| So crisp now,
the dipping half-moon,
the balcony here, she leans on,
as planes drone and fade.
Passengers, watching, fumbling,
upward drafts within a squall of roars.
He nudges her and points.
"Y... Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 21:29:00 GMT |
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Lichen... |
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| This year the summer bled deep into autumn.
He watched the tracers of his neighbor's fire,
and breathed
cinder and ash.
His thoughts turn to scorching heat,
In the blue-cold of a brittle le... Posted by on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 01:26:00 GMT |
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Tired Noose... |
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| Tired NooseSo now it is through,like a rose that wants to be seen from wide oak trees,The sky now pregnant with grays and flashing eyelids.Seven nights I hang here,the rope filing my spine.Moments of ... Posted by on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 07:06:00 GMT |
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