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Living, lying, lonely,I die on my bedEvery night alone,So lonely.Wispy white wispsSwaying in the wind,Dead skinFloating from my breasts.Fall, fall, fa..
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I watch as the clock on my cell phone
turns from 10:59 to 11 pm. This
recurrence signals my journey to sleep.
Again. I turn off the TV. I don&r..
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Father said, “Never talk to strangers.”
Mother always told her to obey. But no
one expected this cruelty in Suburbia--not her, not t..
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On November 3, a lonely woman reclines
in a caramel leather chair. With a glass
of red wine in one hand and a copy of Romeo
and Juliet open in ..
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Too much talk.Put it on paper.Words are not tangible.Too much talk.Too much talk.Put it in the past.Memories are not tangible.Too much talk.Too much t..
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The way you make me feel:Rain sliding down your window pain,A new pair of shoes,The breaking of a fast of life,A tree blown in the wind.Watching, feel..
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As each rain drop falls,Penetrates my brain,My soul only calls,Futile to refrainFrom calling out to Mine own cloud, raining,Drip, dripping intoThe str..
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Brambled branches bareBare my soul,Few leaves scatteredIn the night.Stars spot the skyLike a long-lostLove forgotten,Few and far between.Dark navy blu..
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