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She lay on her side in bed under the warmth of the comforter, her face tucked in the crook of her arm that was under her head as she listened to the..
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"While looking through your old box of notes
I found those pictures I took
That you were looking for....
I told myself I won't miss you
But..
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It was Friday afternoon as she checked the last of her email, 2 hours till he arrived. She was sending out notices that she was taking the weekend o..
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You give me the strength,
To stand when things get hard.
The courage to face it all.
Knowing I have
The warmth of your arms
To return to in t..
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Would you love her
If you knew her?
You look right pass her,
Onto the others
Without notice.
Plain Jane,
Is who she is.
Simple and pure
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The golds and greens,
The fire of the hazel
In her eyes have died.
Her smile and laugh
Are hollow and empty
Because the fire
That once warme..
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It’s early morning as the sun peeks through the curtains to gently wake them. He’s off today, she won’t work till later so they ha..
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With a broken heart,
When life gets to hard to stand,
I pop no pills
I lay on no couches
No my therapy
isn’t found with a credit card,
O..
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You stand in front of my bookshelf when I’m not there. The spines of the books identifying themselves one at time to you, the classics, cont..
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She stands in the middle of the street, the traffic around her perfectly still, frozen in time. There is silence all around her, the air cold, her w..
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