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 paint me into you like a second beginning hands up say this is the first dawn we will break like it’s made of steel smile at me and maybe I... [read more] |
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some sort of kaleidoscope out there makes me want to close my eyes and open them, take everything in and give it all away. how small am I? w... [read more] |
 Conclusive debates with the Bastian Excision, the code to the few is the waste of incision and made with the men the controller in mine, but... [read more] |
 Only two passengers aboard the rumbling stage coach. The cowboy, being bored, struck up a conversation with the humble parson. They d... [read more] |
 Wadded Up Crumble you up Like a mistaken sheet in a sketch book Drain it’s wayward color from my life To puddled hues... [read more] |
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Today is the 112th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanuc. I ask you to pray for the peaceful repose of those whose lives were lost... [read more] |
 April 15, 1912 the Titanic ... [read more] |
 With a creak that sounds so loud and a chill the deeper goes quick light touch clings to the face ... [read more] |
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HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU HEARD DON'T CRY THAT'S THE WORST ADVICE YOU COULD GET IT'S BEST TO LET OUT A HEAVY SIGH WHENEVER YOU GET UPSET AN IM... [read more] |
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I wish I’d written today’s blessing because I loved it the moment I read it… I wish I could give credit to the person… but I do not k... [read more] |
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We walk in the footsteps of our ancestors who walked before us… Whether we realize it or not their footsteps have a profound effect…... [read more] |
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SO MANY STORIES TO BE TOLD WHO WILL FIND THEM DO YOU SUPPOSE IS IT RANDOM OR DESTINY THE WAY YOU FIND THEM FOR YOU TO READ DOES IT SATISFY S... [read more] |
 I thought me being free was waking up choosing what I do: where I go: who I talk to: having enough money in the bank. Then one... [read more] |
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[after Constantine Cavafy's poems, "Craftsman Of Wine Bowls," and, "In An Old Book," both in the Keeley and Sherrard translation] The paint... [read more] |
 The speeding light fromthe sand hills was piercing. Theexpansionism crumbles.There was a need tobe undressed. I am haunted by unknownvoices... [read more] |