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As children we played in the dark, but that wasn’t so long ago.
Of laughter and finding fingers and faces.
We never needed lights because ..
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It’s not as if they were alone
But they really had no one beside them.
They all believed in one another
Or at least prayed they did.
The..
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Some scratches of ideas I found on my computer. These are about Dan, before we were dating, playing in the snow.
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I dreamed I was this person, spinning plates. And I watched this plate keep going and going. It was something I started, but I had no connection to it..
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To Robb.
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A poem about him.
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Romance is a voice in a map of black phone lines, his love for me, clicking in static. I hear the words ‘amazing’‘wonderful’, ..
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I’ve gone so many miles and still I’m in the same city
I don’t know if I like getting Déjà vu off of all my old rou..
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She felt so small.
He looked so small sitting there, holding his legs like bundles of worry.
And she knew now why he painted; he was searching for..
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Turns out, my life fits in a 10x8 box. Nobody will turn their heads if I slip off the premises. Okay then. My daughter - my co-pilot - will ask wher..
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