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Written years ago during a prolonged illness

Nursery Crime O Mother Nature in some her, my verge in heat Scarred in ditch and sapped, of sweet ..

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Heart Streams My heart, is faulty. It was born with one lip and roots for eyes, and it won’t s..

In The Last Place That I Looked I never really knew exactlywhere my heart belong..

Of Course Who are we if not our thoughts and connections fears, and fantasies? Our mind consists as ..

This Earth A single teardrop wins the battlenot to be con..

In The Crossroads How is it you are what I never knew, I always wanted, and,needed? ..

You Are, The Title Today is being pushed, over the edge. The wind sounds like bruised, reflection ..

The Seasons of My Life Brought forth during the splendor when the..