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To save you would consume my soul, and then, My Love, I too, would burn...
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In the river,
that summer day,...
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My youngest cat
is learning
that some things go away
and they don't come back.
Like our dear family dog
our superstar,
the family clown,
rallie..
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Come...dance...
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A bit of indulgence prompted by my friend Shelley Holt-Lowrey and her story "Laundry Day".
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Look away, look away!
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Twist, and turn..
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Wild
savage
night
my heart
knew you ragged
tore you
ate you
believed you
That
brutal light
callous flame
melted me
burned me up
doubt..
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Just a caveat...
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A lingering memory...
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