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Reading a lot of Emily Dickinson lately. Just a snippet from my brain.
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Remember when you were little and imagined what your life would be? Remember dreaming of a house with a freshly mowed lawn, a happy home with no misf..
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When has life ever been fair?When will it ever settle into your thick skull,Life is FEAR.FEAR of loss,FEAR of disappointment,FEAR of the known and unk..
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Nature is not what it once was.Bring them back to their finer glory!Make Green the most vibrant hidden forest,Filled with fairy magic and adventure.Ma..
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Coffeehouse
A place where we come not to talk
To become peaceful,
Content.
A safe haven
For writers, musicians...
Outcasts.
Like me,
Like you..
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It's a place to rest your bones.Asanctuary for memories,Made and making.I've found it again.In the people I call friends,In the man Isurprisinglylove...
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It sounds strange to say,I haven't had scrambled eggs since last spring.Because no one can make them like Nana did,Except for dad.It feels strange to ..
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"Pinky promise"That's what he said in so many different ways.When you were five and he agreed not to tease you."I promise it's not...."How he told you..
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Fairy dust,That's what we call it when it snows like this.White,minusculesnowflakes falling at rapid speed.It covers the entire town,Makes it impossib..
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We are insignificant,Compared to everything else in this goddamn world.I look up at the stars,And think of how small I really am.Isn't it strange to t..
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