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I walk AloneIn sorrow's path.Grief becomes me.Fear, an enemy I know,sometimes won,sometimes lost.You gave me a sharp edge.I am not trained to injure.I..
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High up on a hilla wild stallion rides.Mane flying in the wind...hooves drumming the dirt...In a dance of the spiritunited to the Earth's soul.Fear sn..
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Written in the style of a memoir. Probably someday will become part of them. Just me.
Perhaps the Prologue on a book of them.
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Abe Lincoln still walks these one way streetsonce paved in cobblestone.His spectral gaze rests upon remnantsof sagging brick chipped maroon.Cracked mo..
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The Moon, The Moon, The Moonyellow orb of foolish goldwhat hides in the diffused lightof a mad, mad, moon?Miners pan slivered faces.Sifting curved cre..
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Lying flat on it back, a nothingless blank bit.The brittle sheet enfolds smothering my brain.Splintered cheeks jeer and drive me insane,stark vacantne..
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I was born with a deadly weaponworse than an atomic bomb.It is not user friendly.A master tool of torturekillssorrow suffocates in its wakeand while I..
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Shoulders fold inward, protecting the wounded heartbody scrunching down hoping the seat will swallow it upas skinny legs bounce out and away.Brown poo..
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Infectiouscellophane sealed pain.Ostracized,lonely journey tracks moisture to trace,disappearing down ravaged face.Weeping,silence screams at its wake..
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