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Its Saturday nightand you and I havelived another day,How many timeshave I noticed youtoday,this morning at the mirrortrying to fix perfection,later I..
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Its Saturday morningand you and I are sleepingoblivious to the world,I am breathing on theback of your neck,A plane passes above,Unheard,Heat beneath ..
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This air is full, fullof fulfilled memoryMy byzantine butterfly,I see you long ago to-day,Azure eyes catching light,splash of stardust, fly, fly,Silve..
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Conversations
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Maybe we should not speakbut become speechless,absorb the words of the world,Take it all in,''Suck it up'',never rush to judgement,Abhorrence leads to..
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Only optimistic people everwin the lottery,But not because theyare optimistic,Only because pessimisticpeople neverbuy lottery tickets...
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I walk the shorefrom mind to sleepand gaze in themirrored rock.Brightness knocks me back,caught in bright lightA child in schooltimid but bright,cravi..
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Meet me in mid Winterwhen the trees havebared their souls,when water coldand crystal clearflows beneath the ice.Take my hand Cathylook west, West toth..
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The way of the writeris wicked and wearisome,I case the perimeter wallsof my mind in search ofBreaches of Bad Influence,I delve deep and deeperinto da..
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be suicide aware
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