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Why would you doubt your brilliance?
O you don’t, I don’t, they don’t,
but have I seen the sharp edges
of letters strike everyo..
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Words, no more than the pixels of the sky reflected off retina
the light years of distance between yesterday and tomorrow
yesterday exploded spe..
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Smell sweet, Daphne does too .
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Words In Winter Celebrations 2008
1 - 31 ..
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This might be the last thing I write for a while: the result of some fun mother daughter time last night.. No one needs understand this, just make of ..
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doe ray me far sew la tea stone, flown, home, roam, loam... It�s nothing just a morbid muse. :)
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Book
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If the
Colour of Hope is blood
Then What Is Love
What Is Love?
Is it
like salmon roe,
just beneath skin;
pink plump fat
pouty petalody li..
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Spun of ANON http://www.writerscafe.org/writers/Nadia/
People want to save the worse cases, but so many want to create them as well.
(Picture is P..
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Just basic observations of so many writers.
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