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The baby cries
A shuddering, screeching, howling force
that grabs her Mother by the throat,
shaking her like a ragdoll,
coughing, spluttering,
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I love you, my friendfor your kind, warm heart,for the songs you sing and the smiles you bring I love you, my friendfor your compassionate soul,for th..
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The glass becomes like an extension of her arm
Clenched firmly at the stem, it seems to lead her every gesture
Like the cargo of a vessel on a storm..
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You have no rights
You must remain silent
Everything you think and feel
will be held against you
in a court with Laws,
but no Justice
You ma..
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Most times,
old heart,
you're like
a sultry walking blues;
48 beats per minute
of Muddy or John Lee
shuffling a twelve bar,
never out of rhyth..
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The void beckons
and emptiness,
awaits
Where what isn't,
is greater than
what was
Where what is,
becomes in part,
what's not
And what..
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He comes to you and takes your breath
in a way that I can never imagine
He drowns you in his love, making
you helpless for more, always more
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Your anger is like
the sinewy arm
that cracks the bullwhip
of your words,
tearing deep strips
from the soft flesh
of my heart.
You can't ..
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He reaches out andgrasps your handas only a true friend can,he pulls you close,to calm your fearsand then,a whisper in your earMy friend, he breathes,..
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My face flushes and tingles as I near your presence, encountering thatunnameable feeling, giving off a palpable buzz of joy, an almost electric field ..
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