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The big brass bed.
She sleeps alone in a big brass bed
Full of memories, and his scent
The pill..
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The corners of a room vacated long ago
hold the secrets of this dilapidated life
hidden under the layers of dust
moments happy, and others fu..
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Sitting here
in the dark alone
I draw in
the last breath
of this dying day.
Hoping your memory
will be enough
to carry me through..
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My chest swells with your thoughts
my heart beats faster, uncontrolled
waiting, on a whisper, hoping
every waking moment fills barren coffers..
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The musk of the early morning rises
to meet my falling breath
awakened by thundering voice
long left lifeless in morbid death.
Rising from the..
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The shorten days of late summer warmed
the house, and made it feel inviting. But outside, the song birds,
once so abundant grew scant. The squirrel..
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She stood in the window's
lightlavished in the morning sun.Points high, firm and pertI
was distracted.She stood in the doorwaydressed in
matching..
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Abby thought back to the day they first
found the house. It was on the back page of the real estate listing,
really only a small one or two line ad..
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Jonathan Andrews pulled into his usual
parking spot. The dark blue BMW was his pride and joy. Stacked to the
hilt. Leather seats, heated. Sun roof,..
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Reticense impregnates these deafened
ears,
Like a cicadas' song on a warm summer
breeze...
Full of life, rhyme and reason,
Abruptly, and del..
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