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Along the Ganges river by daySinging and dancing the two did playDaily adventures and childhood fantasyOn explorations and journeys newJoy filled days..
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Void in the pit of the stomach feltNight descending like a heavy fogLoneliness creeps in when not lookingThe still, quietness becomes irritationAnd ea..
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Just a little something...please don't judge harshly!
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Floating through time and spaceOur hearts and bodies closely woundLaying in beds of butterflies, dancing on angel wingsPlanting star seeds, and skippi..
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In memory of............dead butterflies and desperado's
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With the aroma of faint almonds, and cheeries floating like smoke through the air
Hands that are soft, and nurturing that provide a slow and gentle t..
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Throwing back Boone's Farm,
And passing around a doobie
Talking about changing the world
Ending the fiasco in Vietnam
Marching, singing Bob Dyla..
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My fingers pound the keys
What's inside of me won't come out
Frustrated, exacerbated, and weary
The words might be too scary
Conjuring up secrets ..
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My hero, diagnosed with ATRT...a rapid growing and usually fatal cancer in children under three. She has made it to three, two brain surgeries, a s..
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A haiku string written for a contest.............
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