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 she can't thank them for their gifts they mean nothing to her. she is numbed. she is dull. indifferent to everything outside of her wildest... [read more] |
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i can't see my own face anymore don't know why you want to hurt this in the lavender gray skies it was beautiful but, you have given me deat... [read more] |
 You are a mystery... I see things behind those beautiful eyes I want to see and I don't want to see What are your intentions with me? Do y... [read more] |
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When I look into those Big, dark, brown eyes I remember a time I didn't have you You have changed my life So much It will never be the same... [read more] |
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I have a lucky penny It’s tucked way in my shoe I have had for a long time Its there when I feel blue I always have it with me Wherever I m... [read more] |
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Starinng out my window, I can feel you, and your near, thinking of you makes me sad, as I begin to shed a tear, I wish that you would come... [read more] |
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Everything’s so different now, So different, than before Life always seems to change I miss the one’s I used to adore People change with tim... [read more] |
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A beautiful Florida sunset Holding a camera by the sea With the one you love The perfect memory Walking along the water Running in the wav... [read more] |
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I'm here but I'm not I'm quiet but I talk a lot My eyes are closed but wide open I was serious but I was jokin I'll catch you but you'll fal... [read more] |
 There is a spider living on our fork truck. Every morning when I'm unloading the van, using the fork truck, I see a beautiful woven web in... [read more] |
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Silence of sadness no bird sings in burned forest cold ash covers soil. Hiroshima still present human's omni ignorance. Victim's reactions... [read more] |
 These swifting blue tears Flit about every night Dart about my eyes Over and over Until jetlike they slam Into my building's eyes Aw... [read more] |
 It’s as if my life is an open buffet, Now serving all night and of course all d... [read more] |
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My whole life, I’ve never been alone Or completely lonely, Now I find myself asking, What if and If only? Insecure about alone, And th... [read more] |
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I tend to a tattered garment, Covered with patches Of emotional Repair, Seems before I finish The very last stitch, I find another tear.... [read more] |