Hoods and Flight

Not overly pleased with it's lack of structure, but i still like the rhythm that it has.

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Chestnut

And when the pulsing rhythm slows at last, my chestnut smiles as he has done in past.

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Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 39

He pushed off and brought his left leg forward, getting a feel for the rhythm.

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Gotta Keep to the Beat (Poem)

There's no rhythm in your feet. i hate when i am failing and rejected. within me, i had these feelings injected. i have no tempo in me. why can't you see? but i gotta keep to the beat. i have to let this music play.

Poem #66: Pumping Blood

_pumping blood_ listen for the rhythm of my heart feel each beat it makes see the red rivulets of blood washing through my veins rushing through heated boiled red and angry sitting calm and white protective of the soul red flows together with

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Danny Fletcher: Asthma Aftermath.

She could tell you all about the rhythm and pattern of each of them, and with a good guess point out which doctor did which round.

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Alpha and Omega: The Outlanders Chapter 9

One could not help but giggle at him acting this way even when the rhythm and beat of the song was slow. helen beamed as she pressed the keys on her keyboard in swift articulation, swaying her muzzle from side to side with the beat of the song.

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A Still-Beating Heart

"silly," rev pressed against him, feeling his rhythm. that of a still-beating heart.

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Viper Lays Eggs

Viper tried to regain her composure, but her body was now out of her control, no steady rhythm she could hold on to to restabilize herself, everything was out of sync with everything else.

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Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 52

The chains rattled a frenzied rhythm. she could see him so clearly in her mind's eye, holding on for dear life, desperately struggling to clamber up the side of the pit he had presumed to dig at the feet of their god. "what was that, wardo?"

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The value of silence.doc

The value of silence is paid by listening by what you hear and feel inside the rhythm of the heart speaking softly in words rising and falling through thistle-down spirals and the seeds of dandelions dark with intent meaning lifted by white airy

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Red the Rose (Poem)

This is one of the first rhyming poems i have written in years, so its good to be back in that rhythm, i always liked rhymes, even though many say it is passe. this is for a friend of mine, a dragon.

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