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Sit here, now, awhile with me,hold my hand.Turn your gaze there,to the white waters,the rising waters.Feel, taste the airborne spray.Watch the wildnes..
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Sun lit particles glimmer, drifting over misting, stream waters.Leaf song reaches me. Its tender melody the voice of my soul’s Lover. The cool b..
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The signs are there. The fragmentations evident long before the carnage begins. The signs are visible as small comparisons, lifting up one and tearing..
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Good bye to what is dear,tight chest,uncomfortable stress,shallow breathing,long sighs,looking away,staring blankly,in memory living again,holding tig..
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