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Forgetfulness has made its country your redMouth,And I, the memory holder, cry.I listen as you speak;watch each change of expressionand try to decidei..
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Zero.The number of me without Christ.Null, void, non-existant.Oblivious to all.I would have to dieto find life; be rebornin the Savior's arms.I would ..
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Barren trees christened, stiff with crystallized branches,whites on frozen bark,glazed as winter holds court, Shrouded and spiraling into air heavy wi..
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Innocence before
the first blush has fadedwhen hearts race in playful cadence,reading feelings yet not spokenmagical dances timeless and unbroken.
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This silence is broken and I consider all the voicesin my head, just don't know if they're mine to answer, wonder if my fragment..
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She can spread herself open and only feelthe surface,and on that -will not allow the trickle of a tearto stain her veneer: iron maiden she is.She keep..
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You were my life saver, The whole world seemed to move on not noticing there was this huge hole in the universe ..
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In a halflight,
where west meets east
you came to me and we sat,backs against my old willow,
Its weepings were we,
coated and sticky as branches..
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