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another
bruised
cold
dream
each
faint
ghost
haunts
innocence
just
kindles
love's
mettle
now
only
pangs
quiet
regret
..
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Dec 1, 1973
Dear Santa,
Mom said I had to write you a letter to ask for Christmas presents, but I know that it’s physically impossible f..
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Distant trumpets
blaring our wedding march,
a fanfare yet unwritten.
You were a stranger,
everything I wasn’t.
It was the only thing about ..
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The flower tortured for nought.
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