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A promiseA promise in time,can turn on a dime.This I know too well.Heart wrenching sorrow,that lasts through tomorrow,not only for a spell.Where have ..
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That night
The moon grew red as
we made our bed,
upon the soft, damp
moss.
I know you're for me
and forever will be,
no matter what..
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This is just something rolling around in my head.
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Writing is my therapy. And this one is very personal to me.
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Just a light little poem. I am practicing my rhyming and flow.
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She waitsShe waited dressed and ready,hoping he would come,needy expectation,her heart a pounding drum.She primmed and proppered, fixed and fancied,ev..
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Out of this dust and out of these ashes emerge a flower.Not knowing she was vivid being, immersed in dirt and darkness.Her heart beat and beat as she ..
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From where the wind blowsI should wish to never knowFor in knowing, loss
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