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Drifting along in a sea of pale blue, my mind floats on the breeze like the cotton ball clouds that surround me. My upturned face is kissed by the sun..
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Filth that won't wash away
My soul filled with stinking decay
Your hands here are there
Leaving invisible scars, I can't repair
Blank eyes and pla..
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a conversation with myself held late at night.*Warning this is a touchy subject so if you don't like reading that which is an abomination don't read a..
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Embrace the darkness
That entombs you
Sink quietly into the blackness of a crimson rose
Budding at an ancient gravesite
During the hour of mid..
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Amazing to think : two months ago I hit that first adult milestone
The quarter of a century; the big two;five
My how the days, months, and years hav..
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In honor of the military wife
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You went a way
Years ago
It really was a very sad day
They say time heals all wounds
And for some that may be true
But for me my heartaches
Fo..
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The ebony ribbon of sky caressed the horizon as stars began to sparkle like diamonds, adding warmth to the otherwise frigid depths of blackness in w..
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Nature in her glory,
spreads out a beautiful tapestry for me to behold
greys, tans, browns, and dark greens
play out in a gorgeous scene
burnishe..
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Mae loved the color red, she always had. For years she had looked longingly at red shoes in the stores, never daring to buy them. She had told her fat..
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