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Reflecting on Life while trying to catch my reflection in wild, wavy westcoast waters.
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A reminder, a cautionary tale, a slap in the face, a wake up call.
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this poem is still under construction. but i think i just might have something here.
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In
the Summers heatYou
dressed in black for me.Your
unwashed hairLet me know
you cared.Your
sweat:Poisoned
me,Enchanted
me!The shortest ..
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Gardens of hardwood flooringlit up by a fireplace in my imaginationlittered, littered so dramaticallywith strewn roses, bushes and all...such reds and..
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We shakeAnd shake our petty bone rattlesAs we stumbleAnd make our way out ofOur home turf,Our headstone lined garden.Begging you to ignore all the cha..
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Be here now, but the right sound, the right smell- takes you right back to where you've been running from.
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An ode to what shouldnt have been, and what continues to notbe.
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