Geralyn Miller
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Fresh FigA Poem by Geralyn MillerSensual delight, silky skin; soft, musky pulp, luscious in the mouth. |
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Best Christmas EverA Story by Geralyn MillerNovember was a lousy month; my Dad took off to God knows where to "find himself". This was after losing the family home and business because he did a.. |
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CapriceA Poem by Geralyn MillerWOTD #52 |
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LandscapeA Poem by Geralyn MillerWOTD #51 |
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A Hard LifeA Story by Geralyn MillerDamn! I wish She had been the one who cleaned me. I just love the way She carefully sweeps me everywhere; in my corners and under the trash can; neat.. |
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YearnA Poem by Geralyn MillerWOTD #50 |
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ONSETA Poem by Geralyn MillerWOTD #45 |
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Bonsai HeartA Poem by Geralyn MillerHer heart is scarred, twisted like a bonsai tree. Yet, still beautiful. |
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LossA Poem by Geralyn MillerToo many dead loves will scar the strongest spirit, and alter the heart. |
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TactA Poem by Geralyn MillerAn elegant heart always knows the best moment for silence or words. |
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