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you led me hereacross this spaceyou led me hereright to this placeyour hand was warmand firm in mineyou whispered inmy hear that nightyour voice was s..
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The bleeding heartsWhisper in the wind:They speak to meOf simpler timesBefore the world turned gray.They dance in the breezeAnd sing their songAnd sho..
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Softly falling from my mind,the thoughts are dripping down my spine.slipping down into the cracks,leaving little, tiny tracks.Sinking down to her feet..
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My Fingers trip across the surface of the water
As I stare into its glittery depths
The river whispers tempting,
Begging,
Promising,
Pu..
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I crawl into bed late that night. It’s colder than it
usually is. I wrap my arms around her frail little body and whisper, “I’ve
a..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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We have all the time in the world.We create this time. We mold it.We use it. We cherish it.We wish it slow.We wish it fast.We forget.This time is not ..
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To the
little glen I flee--into this copse of trees with I the refugee. Golden, yellow,
brown, and red encase me in the autumn colors--my prote..
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Slipping quickly out of reach,
The dream I’d lost and barely seen.
Falling quickly as a star,
I know it not how near or far.
As ..
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Mirror, mirror in front of me--
Tell me what it is you see.
Mirror, mirror in my hand--
Tell me I’m pretty, that I’m grand.
Sh..
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