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Where hasthe time gone?
it used to pass so slowly
like angel wings drifting
on that heavenly draft of air
But now it's speeding up
and I can fe..
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I feel full. Full of words and emotions and stories and dreams and hopes and regrets. I just want to talk, to someone who cares enough to give a damn,..
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I feel nostalgic. 24 days ago I wrote my now-annual 'Ode to Seniors', but I still wasn't sure what was happening. Now I know. Summer is coming, that d..
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blessed raindrops
how gently they fall
smacking lightly
against the glass
of my window
they appear out of dusk
out of dark
out of light
but ..
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Oh, deep-seated affection,
how fickle newadoration seems
in comparance with you
the truth that is love
Think of deep-red roses
of the softening..
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I used this as a display of my writing talents for a scholarship, which I was lucky enough to recieve.
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Ah, how horrific a time is this! I hate to admit it, but I've failed to keep up the plans I once held, those that dictated my survival in, this, the m..
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Perhaps I'll linger here, dearest
where lips beg to linger and hope
beg to be discovered somewhere close
lingering seems a pleasurable hobby,
much..
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Things I have learned this play season.
Oppurtunity is not a lengthy visitor
Tights can look good on a long-legged girl
Nimble hand..
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Only hallowed spiders could spin
such silken webs as likely to hold
as they are to fall
Like the deception of a friend
lies catch by mistakes in..
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