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Do not let your words quietly sinkNot fairLeaving them to vanishFeels like you might have tossed them to the sideMessage softly spoken thinking it wil..
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First,I give my apologies.I am irritated.I was not supposed to be raising a teenage girl. Thank you brother. Still dodging the support also?Yes,this ..
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Slowly,I turn to stone.Hands show it first.You grow to an understanding.Wait.Be patient.The touch will soon fade away.
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Sure,I wonder about my own future, but I have moved along.I look at the present day,and attempt to devise a future.Gather in what I see, and listen.I ..
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Yes,I mentioned some of the history.This was about the music.She found an old cassette.One mixed in with all of the debris.Played her a song,and she l..
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Odd measurement.Both hands, wide as they can reach.Now,this all depends if I keep both thumbs touching.Deciding not to reach.Allowing my hands to simp..
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Things we do for fun.Obviously,my visits here are one.Something to let myself slip away, and use a different facet of creativity.To put it simply,the ..
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Now,there are a lot of stories here, and all you have to do is walk.The Kölner Dom.Now,for anyone who has never been here, it is an impressive si..
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Life is often seen in a rear-view mirror.You would think this is because of my choices.I admit it. Maybe a few, but growing less.I also have to be ho..
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Honestly,they rarely make sense.There is a reason behind this.Your words make me want to write.I find myself matching words.I want to play.So,I feel I..
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