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the darkness from my dreams always followed me it spilled over into days and nights you would never find me outside after dusk lights were ..

not sure where it's going . . .

I blink back up look away and then up again the woods feel close personal like I've been here before and I remember I dreamed them and you..

condescension is never pretty

here I am drawing my circle in the sand this is my space my sacred space and I will learn to be myself here no mask - no covering no sub..

not sure where this is going--it's been an emotional day or two around here

I wish you would take my hand and walk away with me. Conversations may float from autumn branches or we may find that silence is sweeter. The..

I guess poems like this have been done before

collaboration with John

nightfades in teasing and taunting rest seems to be elusive I whisper come to me then wrap yourself in my arms lay your head so close you m..