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A soft breeze came through the window followed by the first rays of the morning sunlight. Annie awoke from her bed to the sounds of another busy day a..
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"And what of my boy"? How is he getting along? asked a man. John was walking along the beach with the man. They have been reminiscing, talking of futu..
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Yes, these dying embers still glow from the fury of the fire.Still hot, perhaps just enough to provide a spark one more time.And I remember the flame...
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You know, I write about you all the time.
You are my main inspiration.
I mainly think of your smile.
And then I try to find the right words to desc..
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I am nothing but a lost heart.
You are my far away owner.
A piece of me I will never get back.
Its beating softly in a cell.
Writing love stories ..
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They say that the empire was built around your heart.I believe it as I build theses walls higher and higher.It is frightening up here without you.You ..
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Have you ever heard a voice so small?So gentle?It could bring my quarrelsto ease.As I look intoyour eyes,as I hold you as the most precious thing in m..
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In a dimly lit room she removes the pins from her hair.
Everything seems empty, yet he sent flowers in the mail.
One by one, she plucks the petals f..
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What would I do without you?I am here sitting wondering what I should do?Each day with you is special.Even if it were for a few moments.It would be th..
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Oh Alex,Wouldyou miss her still?Oh Alex,Would you kiss her still?Would you hold her tight,After all, has been said and done?Oh Alex,I am so proud.Oh A..
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