![Craving Core [2009]](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/5f24061510c56b02bb63d32090454769.jpg) |
My Mind can barely hold the image
I see behind my face
That is how Craving takes its toll in my Soul
And I weave a Mirror,
I weave it all jus..
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![Fear of Needing [2003]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
(Art may be copyrighted. If anyone knows - let me know)
Born was her liquid heart,
in the darker moments of Night
Melting..
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![All too alike an Ocean [2004]](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/5eb9906b7bc6165c1f257ccfde43b56f.jpg) |
Life forms us; gently or violently. I found my upbringing harder than most and struggled a long time to overcome. I changed over and over until memori..
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![All this time](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Old love poem
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![Shades [2001]](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/10165500-1237447627.jpg) |
A scream is heard, yet unable to be let Free
and Memories are haunted by an unknowing me,
I uncover to See Myself
Sounds weeping down the ..
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![For Once may age a Mirror](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/78868900-1237442389.jpg) |
For Once may age a Mirror
when Burdens face Knowing eyes.
Trembling Love, upon my Sorrows;
Overflowing Time ever so quietly
In this Unendi..
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![Soul Collapse](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/18095400-1234716896.jpg) |
Could a leaf move you, dearest;push you to breathe witha windsswift embrace; pry your Third Eye to open as if the world depended on it? The Tree of ..
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![When opening your eyes](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/83964700-1237445553.jpg) |
As Night held you
I could Whisper in its Silence
as the Spirit I was..
I could pass you swiftly, enter your Dream;
flutter like a Butt..
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![Intangible](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/5495e0341388ed66183a87df6ac13e37.jpg) |
I drowned Knowingly in outwatered Patterns
[In Moments of self-devour]
Lost my Breath, my Sight, my Step
Unable to reach through the broken Mo..
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![Remember September](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/c2eb0ee8af7fda37268775aad052d20f.jpg) |
Autumn rains in colors; painting Van Gogh on my walls
And Memories shaped in reds bury cries of Change.
Through this Change,
You're still a smiling..
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