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Cradled Rain raindrops lick the window pane like s w e e t, gentle k i s s e s from those of a newborn cradled in y o u r a ..

I attempt to close my eyes at night, To fall asleep simply, silently, But my mind can’t help but to wander Upon thoughts of falling into..

What’s with you, Boy, Why do you interrupt my smiles, Just to check up on me, To get my hopes up? It’s just so..

“I’ve been pretty swell,” Thanks for the concern, But what’s with the curiosity When it’s been over..

You know just when you think you get a hang of love, it turns around and grabs ahold of you, and you aren’t so sure anymore...

Oh My I wonder she looks at me, Perplexed by my decisions. I smirk in victory as I, me, oh my, Have finally stumped her. [..

it's not wonderful, but whatever. it's there. it's here...

Never Summer Mountains Summer frost and snow Blanketing the mountain tops, A treasure to sight. 6.5.09

W/o the Answer Beloved paper and pen, My most recent secrets I’m hesitant to share with you. I wish I knew ..

It's like riding a bike he told me. It's like getting back on I thought. The first time back is the hardest, But if you give it time, Things pan o..