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I sense him,the soft fluttering of wings,the light warmth that surrounds me,little low whispers in my ears,"I still hold you",I search with my eyes an..
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Artistically inclined,a talent to test the divine,a power to ease a tortured soul,an ambition to inspire all.A consequential glance at future and past..
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A snag in the fabric,the tissue is bare,the air escapes slowly,a searing intake brings painful inhales.An iron brittle brush,to stroke against fragile..
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I sit, I smoke, coffee in hand, PC on lap,fingers curved to punch keys, to create, to express....I hear the sounds of morning, an array of melodies si..
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I dropped the ball.My focal point zigs and zags.No attachments are secured.No reaching with hands that speak,a mouth that slurs, shooting out words of..
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The scent of peaches and vanilla swarm about,filling the spaces,unleashing the blocks I had fashioned to ease the searing pain.The half smile that mel..
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The balance is one that I have seen go a wry,with my own eyes.A dividing line, separating day and night,the brighter day shines,more intense is the ni..
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Ashes settle,floating like snowflakes,covering my body from head to toe.A fire rages.A fierce storm, all my own.Running wildly through thoughts,images..
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In the sand, it was fuzzy.Day surrendered to the night,The song of the stars wooed him to embrace the moon.She was showered in his light, playfully ca..
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So...Thinking I would be fine,I continued with my efforts.To make this house a "home".To put my feet firm on this soil,the green grass keeping my stan..
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