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There was a time that if
I thought of a song it played. Right there in my head. NoiPod, no computer. It just was. I suppose it’s one of the few..
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When everything is quiet deep in my mindI can close my eyes to all my troublesand let beauty drink me in.Your hands are my own as they travel my skin ..
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I heard the wind today.Beneath the treesthat rustled and played.It was like a concertoplaying just for me.The leaves waved overheadTo reassure meof Go..
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Surrender, spellbound,to the persuasion of the inevitable.Fragments of anticipation,hypnotic in their influence,flaunt themselves shamelesslyacross th..
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A few typed wordsUnexpectedDisbeliefAn unlikely senderOppositeImportantThe surprised receiverSuspiciousUnsureAnd so they dancedCirclingAwareLost to th..
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The inky depth of darkest nightIs broken by the lover’s lightSprinkled bits read from afarOur love is written on a star.
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My eyes, a prisoner of my promise to youCannot convey the wonder and mysterythe intensity of which I am certain you too are feeling.My hands, a prison..
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Morning comes peeking beneath my eyes with bitterness,sharp and cold.Tight chested reminders echo,“Beware, the night is never gone.”A sadn..
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Sometimes we stumble upon the secret stepsCobbled and overgrownHiddenAmidst the twists and turnsOf this life.And, when the path is takenEach teetering..
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Journey down the wayward path,A trail that shifts and blurs.Indistinct amongst the over growth of caution,The brambles of fear.Each passage,A corridor..
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