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A regression back to a
childhood game,
for nine months silence was my weapon,
the more I thought I won- I lost,
the more relief I felt- guilt ..
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I was still
groggy from that terribly, dreadfully wonderful dream,
I picked up
my phone, glancing at the time. 8:34 AM it read.
Geez... that&r..
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Fresh out of my mind. Literally. Sorry, it's somewhat stream of consciousness but what can you do.
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I
always like summer best
you
can eat watermelon and oranges
from
fruit stands
and
pineapples
and
smoothies
and
pasta salad
a..
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Your dreams seem broken
and
you feel alone,---
The broadest breadth of lessons,
from a ravished heart and home.
But
what if your ca..
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You
who once called my name sweetly,You whose name I regretfully cannot repeat,whose face is like a foggy mirror,
why
do you travel here?
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Si fuera yo un pájaro,
volaría sobre el mar
en la luz del sol.
Si fuera yo la luna,
encendería la noche
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On a
nice, quiet street
in a nice, quiet neighborhood,
there
is a house.
A
7-11 Gas Station waits patiently for costumers down the st..
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If
dreams came true to fly away,
leave behind the world at play;
into
a land that is so real,
-so
free from pain that hearts now feel...
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I wrote this a couple years ago after I finding out my parents were getting a divorce. It was very much a description of how I missed my mom physicall..
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