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She walked
slowly to the piano; dust motes flying with every step she took. She sat down
gently-her wrinkled hands hovering above the weathe..
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The greying hair and furrowed face frame the haggard, basset-hound eyes. They start to glisten in the light of the kitchen - highlighting and reflecti..
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When all was lost, you came to me
When faith had flown, you came to be
When darkness fell and light had fled
You crawled onto my single b..
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A beating heart, a well-used pen
A cup of tea, at quarter to ten
I sit and write the words that must
Be written before they gather dust
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Shadows meet the upturned face
The light it fades away.
The face looks down and moans and sobs
At the memory of yesterday.
The..
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Do not cry, do not fear
Do not shed a single tear
For you were born and you are free
To smell, to hear, to feel, to see
You are he..
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Gilded stars glare down at me
Their brightness hurts my eyes
To be like you; to be beautiful
The source of my jealous eyes.
I try ..
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There’s a monster in my wardrobe, there’s a monster in my
head
They all tell me that I’m dreaming, that it’s gone ..
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Upon my wall sits a beautiful thing, a bird all made out of
thread.
His black and gold eyes look playfully at me as it reads
what I have ..
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The fog is dense �" a
hushed calm listens.
A new day has begun;
like it has begun so many times before.
Winter’s cold sh..
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