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Just some thoughts
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'You're a sensitive flower, aren't you?'She nodded.'And you know that you're a sensitive flower, don't you?''Yes', she replied.A smile of relief tenta..
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I wish I could just go back to the boy you were,around five years oldat that very moment you first learnedthat you could not be loved.I would pick you..
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If I was the vasetransparent and bold,you were the water;fresh, clean and coldYou filled me upright up to the brim,accused me of not lovingwhen I coul..
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My smiling words hold hands like childrenswinging around and around,they spin so fast that they fall dizzylanding in heaps upon the ground.I often str..
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Light shines through youlike the delicate young tulipstanding proud,standing tall,opening her beautiful red petalsto the world around her,longing to b..
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A little epiphany
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I often wonderwhat's it all about?Does anybody know?I often think aboutpeople who have passed before us did they get to find out? will we?I often ..
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I like to take them to the places you took mebecause I can still see you standing at that barI noticed the back of your neckbefore anything elseand so..
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