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With great difficulty
I make my way
through the world,
like others before,
but mine.
A journey made easier by
an ever-fading exterio..
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The sun has come at last, again, to rouse the sleeping land. She slowly stirs, he takes his time- the sun, that gentleman. Her hilltops feel him first..
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Last night I found an old Christmas movie
I had loved when I was seven.
And so I watched,
the same scenes, through different eyes.
Underst..
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To give reason for a sigh,
the deep and long,
at times collective,
silent, or barely audible,
at times reflective
but never wrong.
Just somethin..
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There is a feeling that grows
beneath my skin,
between the hips,
above my pelvic bone.
It flutters and burns-
a thousand bumblebees
have taken..
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Once I was beautiful.
Beautiful as the steady, glowing candles
placed inside the windows of New England's winter.
Flecks of love in my eyes..
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I give songs for secret reasons,
and tiptoe all around.
You are an icy walk, threatening to melt,
a season changing without a sound.
My ..
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I live where the cold pierces through my outer layer
like tiny shards of glass.
Where making love is blind as a snowstorm,
where once it tantalized..
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My neighbor has the Christmas lights
strung up around the big pine tree in his front yard.
They are shining tonight, and it is the 7th of Januar..
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These dead days of autumn's last,
when the hills give no place
for ghosts to hide;
with elusive daylight fading fast,
and haunting stars t..
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