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I realize we are on a writing site,and believe it, or not, this applies.I am compiling my writes.To be honest,I feel like I am pulling a hair from my..
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Quietly sitting,
enjoying a chance to be alone.
Words waiting,
wondering if I might make them my own.
Physically still,
mentally gliding.
C..
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I wonder,and wander.Words most think have no meaning,empty noise, waiting to be sprayed on the playground hall.While I wander,and wonder, I continue.I..
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Sharing some words with barleygirl.
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I try to coax you.Let me walk with you,sharing conversations, each creating another.We both know my method,and you like to tease.You force me to try,a..
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I have a confession to make.I am not being true to you.With each word I write,I am usually holding two or three conversations.They do add to the mix,a..
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Revealed every secret,without knowing who you are,and would you do the same?Expose my past,and maybe show a part of my soul.Are you willing to give a ..
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Not having an anchor,I tend to drift along.Able to stay for awhile,waiting for the current to carry me away.In moments of stillness,I have a chance to..
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Each of us watches the coals.Occasionally talking to another,voices kept low.Hesitant glances shared.Wanting to converse,but afraid.Who wants to hear ..
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She clutches her tablet,walking from room to room.Screen cracked, mended with a piece of tape.Lost without it,almost withdrawal.Seeking for a signal.C..
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