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A blog.
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Without
thought, we are great,
With space, we
crumble.
We think, we
plan,
We agonize, we
tremble.
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She shouted alone in an echoing space,
That grew larger and louder
Reaching above to the air,
Cool on her finge..
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The distance between us,
Is closer than it appears.
But a magnetism emits unknowingly,
To draw our limbs ap..
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Let go.
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Eve Sarta has lost her zest for life and has abandoned all interest in finding what that might be for her. One afternoon, however, a purpose is thrust..
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A selfish fog provides the
wall,
Supports the weight,
And curbs the fall.
Until the sun, its rays of
heat,..
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Familiar, Familiar.
How once was familiar.
A body in motion,
In stand-still peculiar.
Regular place,..
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Again, borne from a dream. Please leave comments below.
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Written while grieving my beloved Mommom and inspired by my feelings surrounding her struggle.
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