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Eyes weaken as the night prolongs,
The mind shifts to a million thoughts.
This state is not where I belong.
Instead I am counting tied knots,
To ..
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Exhale. Inhale. Breathe.
Exhale. Inhale. Breathe.
Close your eyes.
Close your mind.
Listen to the wind whisper.
Listen to the silence scream.
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The heart is open, but remains closed.
This emotion is alien in a fimilar propose.
Love is strength with a dash of weakness,
Trying to find hope ..
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For http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/6-Worded-Pieces/50947/
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For http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/6-Worded-Pieces/50947/
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For http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/6-Worded-Pieces/50947/
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This is a tall tale that has not been told,Rue the grave day if it ever grows old.The journey yonder rose five residents,Cunning and crafty little ele..
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Unframed against the thin sandpaper wall,Watching people with timid ice blue eyes.Those transparent thoughts that were unrecalled,Helped cope with unf..
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The wise fool uttered through his palms
covering his distraught face. His words muffled as he spoke, “It’s the
beginning of the end...
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Walls as cold as a gallery.
Painting portraits
But the canvas is blank.
Straight lines that unwind,
an unrewarding message.
A conversation supe..
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