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 This black winter rose, died long ago She's weak and she's withered, all covered in snow Once she was red in her beauty and glory Her now... [read more] |
 ARCHANGEL OF THE MOST REVILED Perhaps it was first said by kind Dr Haynes that Emma will give you blood out of her veins When others say '... [read more] |
 I cant sleep silence is thick around me except for the settling sounds of the house the shadows of the darkened trees outside creep across m... [read more] |
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Until we meet again, I hold you to my heart. And though you may be light years away, please know we will never part. Until we meet again, t... [read more] |
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She was criticizing me.. the words hurt.. yet rivers of rosepurple light flowed from her hands and feet.. like a song whose lyrics were lost... [read more] |
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Remember thoes days, how we used to hang out? When it was just you and me, and my friends in the house? Remember all thoes times we had tog... [read more] |
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Crocuses are blowing with the news.. cows are crowing it and frogs are croaking it! A most sacred place in all Creation is the forgiving gr... [read more] |
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The sun is in bliss and unaffected when his ubiquitous rays are not accepted Yet those who have him summarily rejected find selves light see... [read more] |
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You give love its willingness to die. You have the power to kill me at will. You give angels the will to cry. You're the devil whos heart b... [read more] |
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Traces of my past come forth to my mind, time is of the essence, and I have no time. Follow me deep into woods of black. If you do, you wil... [read more] |
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Because in God is grounded her taproot With love for all she does upwell and so each of her heart's desire fruits on her soul tree in satiet... [read more] |
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A dawn begins. The sun rolls across the land. The flowers yawn and stretch. They awaken. I wake myself to find myself laying in the green m... [read more] |
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The mind is to a soul as a camera to a photographer. The lessening of the mind's memory is accompanied by the increased power of the soul **... [read more] |
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When I look back, I wish that you were the man you never became. I guess now I realize how many things change. I think of summer breezes,... [read more] |
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FORKED Animals in udders pitchforked, or as if freight forklifted, and then murdered, their corpse pieces on plates forked.... [read more] |