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One evening, we walkedpast a field of sunflowersstretching back for milesthe orange sun setting,even among such beauty I picturedmy dog back homesprin..
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Meet me at the barn at 8his voice a pale bluehis pull, a strong currentI resisted as I always had,glancing back, coy smilethen, disappearing deep into..
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He leans in, still face
eyelids falling
my fragrance spills like dew from a leaf
yo..
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Dearest Love,It is Tuesday and dark as ink outat least from what I can see out the French doors.I can’t see the moon like the night we dancedin ..
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free write ... :-/
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I remember we burst through the doorlaughing,skin dappled in sand from Salinas beachdamp towels in heaps on top of blue tile countersodor of sea on ev..
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Poem that I'm working on. Your thoughts are welcomed and appreciated. I think I'm going to add some dialogue.
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I closed my eyes one summer night,An angel with wings stretching like a meadow,carried you to me.You seemed from a shipwreck in her arms,wings clickin..
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Free write
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Meat to many is
a delicacy
foie
gras, filet mignon,
Carpaccio,
but I can’t help
but to think of the life,
that ..
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