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Tussled speculations of many. I wonder - what could they be?
Scarring looks of plenty, the conclusion - it's obviously me.
Reasoning with pr..
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Just a cute short poem that I wrote for my 12 year old daughter
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Wild thoughts, they run through my head, like a monster unleashing, that hasn't been fed.
Image after image, flash after flash, a pain in my s..
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For my kids....my reasons for breathing
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Treetops whistle and sway, rustling leaves across the frigid earth. Sunlight - sparse and spotty as patches of clouds sail the sky above, determini..
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A well known, "hole in the wall," kind of place. The thin door is my only separation from the outside world. The traffic that can be heard never ce..
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For my babies....no love could ever compare
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- Doors aligned in a so-called neighborly fashion, adorning tags consistent with a numerical or chronological order.
- Comers and goers are the bri..
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- In every wake I'm awakened, I venture an aimless path and this life is getting old.
- A hollow mass I can barely fill. Fortune does NOT favor the ..
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Another one for my son
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