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You have to give part of yourself.You don't lose it, but you can tell the story is yours.There is a touch, and you won't forget.The words are you.So,t..
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These are not my eyes. I don't recognize any of it.I can only watch.Memories passed along, and at least they give a bit of context.Watch for awhile, a..
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TiredTrying for sleepLet it goslip awayglide in the lightmarvel at the beautymostly ignoredknowing I must returnhesitateNow, I can sleep
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One thing,and I hope this helps.You will be laughed at.Not meant to be in a mean way,but it will happen.As serious as you try to be,there will be a mo..
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Well,for my niece's friends, it is she talks to me.There has never been any implied threat, but the boys do seem to be wary.Makes me wonder what she h..
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You realize she has so many places to sleep.She wants some company.Tries to push me to the side, and only twenty pounds.Growls when you pull the blank..
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Not always. Life does seep in once in awhile.Just a laugh.Seeing the smile.Watching a bit of the weight vanish.You watch the change, and feel it yours..
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We wrote together.Never met.All we know about the other is our words.It worked.A spontaneous decision created some words.Some seem to like them.Now, d..
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Told by someone,and I must agree."You need passion. All of this repetition takes it away."Each day becomes the same.Every meal becomes the same.I will..
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I don't know if I could return.There are already so many places I want to revisit.Each destination, will increase the delay.A day's stop will turn int..
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