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Let the good times roll - Like seasons past, Down streams of Yesteryears. While Autumn keeps Its fallen leaves, On the present. Upon the grave..

And though, She knows That Love is blind. For Love, Can be a blinding Light. But to the Chosen Few, Is Wisdom - In knowing Love. For Lo..

I stand in a home strangely familiar. Where memories and shadows; Begin to stir - Amongst the decrepit of cardboard tombs; The tatt..

Passions flared In moments Softly fleeting Twin flames A happiness seldom felt Cut apart By the winds of change The distance Ever growin..

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the mirror lay shattered beyond repair Still I attempt to fix what's broken: a heart of glass glass of hearts a mason jar of plasti..

6. There are three children sitting on a log near a stream. One of them looks up at the sky and says… " I caught a falling star, tonight, ..

childhood memories running and playing bare foot on the rocks racing squeals of laughter ending in tears as my little sister, ..

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Love's push and pull