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Taunting, you summon me.
Drawing me with thought,
whispering between words;
seduce me, steal my soul;
my fingersslip.
Falling into endless ..
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Upon my shoulders rests your name,
Your face I’ve never seen;
I’ve walked for miles to wipe your tears
In shoes you’ve worn betw..
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With each new day I see the sun
Rising over the tide,
It may be cloudy, but still I know
It shines on the other side.
Its color bright, its..
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There’s a song that waits
Behind locked gates,
Knowing its freedom is near.
It sings of sorrow
And ofnew tomorrow,
It sings of coura..
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I noticed not how the dew carefullybathes the rose before it trickles from its petals;
Orhow its limbs reach for the sky when summoned by the sun's..
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For the PENS FOR PEACE Group
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This piece contains a graphic photo and disturbing content.
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This is a new version of a poem I wrote when I first joined the cafe, or thereabouts
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Werewolf Folktale
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Inside a wooden box, notes and pictures rest;
the scent of her perfume, remains;
Fading, yellowed letters, project passing years,
as I recall all..
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