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From my nightmares again I wake, with heaving sighs from lungs that quake. The morning brings sedative sadness, and to my daydreams I escape the madne..
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The elevator dinged as it's doors opened with a sigh of age and use, revealing a long, dimly lit hallways dotted with doors and apartment numbers. I t..
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The late Arizona night was warm against my skin as I sat at the edge of the pool, kicking my feet gently in the water as I looked across the parking l..
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I lay on the cool hard ground, staring into the clear blue sky and waited for time to take me. I didnt want to go on any longer. The world was dying a..
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He was like honey. That was the only way I could think to describe him. From the color of his skin, the glow of his eyes, the sweet dripping tones of ..
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A collection of short moments that haven't made the cut.
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So here I lay in bed, and dream of silk and sorrow. From dreams I wake to dread, and with your absence harrow. Yours eyes are empty pools, your sk..
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Life, is a funny thing. We spend our youth in innocence,
dreaming of the day we grow older; and yet once older, we reminisce and wish
for youth once..
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I was three years old when I first heard the pipes playing;
it was a whimsical tune that rang through the night and floated through the
open window ..
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