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Words fall off the tongue so easily,especially when they have been said before.Popular beliefs spoken, just another echo.No need for any thought,repea..
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Forgotten,and waiting for your touch.Preconceived imagery, left behind.Remaining colorless.Longing for the brush.
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The complexities of life are only passing.Our choices last for a moment,and vanish, leaving only a vague memory.A glimpse of our true self is precious..
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If I would settle for the life around me,with no attempt to make a change, it would be a waste.As time passes,we are given opportunities.We get to mak..
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I offer you my hand,one with no lines.Past has made its mark,and will continue.Knowing this,I will still reach.Showing an open hand.
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There are always the sidesteps.Thoughts about the current life.Problems mixed in.World being the world.I still feel bemused.So many moments.Instantane..
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I understand influences.It is natural to fall into patterns.Reflecting the words, those we remember fondly.They are still our words.Those words make t..
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It has been a long night.The child has been tucked in bed,and seems to be sleeping peacefully.She could be faking,but if so, seems to give her a momen..
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To be honest,this describes my writing.I am the one who shows up at the party,and starts having conversations.Some wonder who I know,but it would be r..
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One of the problems with stories,at least one I run into,is the teller loses their place.Honestly,did you think we had this on some kind of card? Wait..
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