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- I lye awake in bed, deeply thinking of you, thoughts speedy as a freight train. I wonder, are you thinking of me, too? - Each day I awaken, I'm clos..
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R.I.P Michael Hart- my brother, my parent and guide, my best friend, my fix all and my moon hanger
Michael G. Hart
8/1/'79 - 9/8/'11
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A challenge presented by a friend who wanted a poem of their chosen topic, written to or about them. He chose a bible verse from the New King James. S..
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Rays of soft sunlight reflect from parts of his face, his body. He lyes with no timidness as I am entranced, mesmerized with taking in this beauty b..
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What almost was, will never be...
Days time eviscerates, as do the memories and what could have been is merely a part of what is now passed. Carrying..
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- The longing for freedom to elope this place. Dark history within, steals the smile from his face.
- Disbursing shame upon himself, as if under a sp..
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- Firm embrace, supple kiss. Passions fulfilled, united bliss.
- Tender touch, whispers, mere utter; curiosity prowling, satisfactory soon shudder.
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Velvety projections, beholding jewels that quiver in it's grasp.
Spheres aglow casting brilliance upon even that which is unseen to the eye, slinking..
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- Flecks of white, tumbling down, a sheer of dust atop the ground.
- The wildlife once about, scurried to be tucked away, as shortly following dayli..
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A well known, "hole in the wall," kind of place. The sound of passing traffic just outside the door, never ventures off, at least not too far or for t..
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