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The precipice.Let me stand here.Some of you may want to join.For the initiate, scary.Some of us, a reminder.
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The room grows too close.I must be social.So, I walk.Stop here, try, but I just see stories.I try to wander, but you always have to show me your eyes...
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Only for a bit.I wince.Knowing the medley, song has grown cold.Close my eyes.Grab some hands.Each leading.
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Waking in the morning, I hear my bones.Time is taking her toll.Still, not yet.Slowed down for a moment.Moment to rest.Mind tries to be weary.Will neve..
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I could play with rage, share only anger.I can't.I just can't.Anger only taught.Made me look at something else, if only not to go blind.Now, look for ..
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I want to sit in the Garden.I want to talk with my friends.Cranky shelled one.
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Lemons big as grapefruit, still sweet.Tree big enough for a treehouse, but we just climbed in it.Just a snapshot.Wednesdays, always different.Palm Sp..
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Always, have to make the choice.Which face to choose?Painful as it may be, my soul warps to the occasion.Flip the coin.See it balance on the edge.I ca..
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Turn away from the mirror.So many other visions.Look.See your face, shared across the world.In times of pain, anger, and joy.Amazing how we share such..
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I feel it, tickling my fingertips.Conversations shift into rhyme, still try to show restraint.Waiting for the time.Maybe here, or maybe...The bus ride..
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