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 Re image of cows chained hanging from ceiling: Is this the gentle nonviolent fruit gifted and dropped by trees in Eden? Cows h... [read more] |
 Where did you come from? There comes to me, from your eyes, COMFORT that is beyond comprehension... [read more] |
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Some lonely thing inside of me trembles, awaiting, aching, for this: the response to my earnest plea; I want to hug, I need hugged back,... [read more] |
 I'm tired. I'm depressed. Sees like my life, is one huge mess. ~ At times I feel, like I can't go on, and I cry all night, until the dawn.... [read more] |
 Take me as I am 'cause I really do like you I like the way you smile all the funny things you do. The way you always rub my back as if I jus... [read more] |
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Your stealing from yourself again taking the best away you dream but can't find reasons why you find the time to pray. You have no clue just... [read more] |
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This is such a weary feeling sitting here out in the night while the shadows stand here watching streetlights bathe the streets in white. Th... [read more] |
 I watched you and you watched mine I read you and you read mine I saw you and you saw mine I wrote you but found a vacant mine I waited for... [read more] |
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A smear, it’s ok! it won’t diminish the simplicity A grimace, it’s ok there’s one everyday A sigh, it’s ok! ... [read more] |
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silver comb silver comb comb my hair comb my hair make it beautiful meant to be stared omit its folds omit its tangles dandruff and spl... [read more] |
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Signature of consent For a five-month stretch ... [read more] |
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twitchy belly sickened by gluttony abdominal tic watch for an abrupt switch quite an atmospheric prick bringing one to petulan... [read more] |
 So much human torment. But alas, without pain I would be nothing more then a comic. Some clown of pretense. I am so fortunate to cry in the... [read more] |
 I am in a prison inside the rib cage of something to massive to understand it holds me inside with all its lies reaches out a bony hand I c... [read more] |
 I never thought of summer as a time for starting anew But the hours pass quickly by as we sit on our stoop and and we speak so true we talk... [read more] |