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The erosion of the mountain of my fatherstill stood tall and proud.
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There is no greater love than to give your life for another,or so the man says. But the definition of life is nebulous.I have given mine yet I breathe..
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She sealed the windows from the nightbut it slithered in as it is wont to do.The pitch of it stuck to her thoughtssticky with longing, viscous and wet..
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She is a willow of a womanwhose books are her lifeline.They are her light in the darkest of times.She frequently forgets that illumination is possible..
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Each day I awake once moreand don a skin a tad too tight,overflowing with what ifs and regret.Undaunted I tilt my harbinger hat askewready for the day..
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Olde prep school of former presidents, a gravitas of charmthat could only be achieved through years of age and affluence.Futures foretold before birth..
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The sun set gently behindmy golden clouded dreams.I sat in the dark and waited,the moonlight had abandoned me.Darkness is a place of duality,it is coo..
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Endings like beginnings are not always apparent,in an instant the eye blinks, the landscape changes.Had I known would I have lingered in the spacejust..
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Your nimble fingers slowly unbentthe wire coat hanger of truth,its stiff metal newly formedbeneath the guise of deceit.That long cold wire snaked itse..
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The phone sat like a cat in my lap,it purred for my attention so I caressed it,turned it in my hands over and overas I worked up the courage to call.I..
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