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For, far to long we have run with a sliver of a message,
And not the whole banner.
So,
Cherish life.
Love one another
Defend those in n..
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The voice of ‘they’ were stolen,
by the politics of the times.
‘A choice,’ says she.
So, an infant will not be.
An..
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With each step, the sounds from the village had fallen away. Horse and buggy clanging along cobbled pavers grew silent. The shrill voices of children ..
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addiction
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cinquain
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cinquain/ first try
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love is always thinking
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The Angel at
Midnight
Down below
silence reigns
as a cover
of fog hugs tight the terrain.
The ceiling
of stars dances on high
an..
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Flames,
softly dance,
keeping time with our shadows.
Your touch softer still,
than your whispers to my heart.
Mornings come and go,..
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A spot of humor
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