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it speaks for itself...

What is beauty if it remains untouched?

Choices A young man wrote to me and in the letter he wrote, he mentioned that one has no right to call themselves a writer if they have not known p..

I sit here blank in my think tank wondering what can cause a cut deep enough to put a cuff on a sleeve as I grieve for a letter more ..

I stand before a mirror and let my silk robe fall to the floor... What do I see? My fingertips trace the lines of my face and I see az..

she is my sister and I miss her so...

A Fantasy...

I stand beneath a sky so clear polluting its beauty wishing I had the strength to stop Feeling love and warmth from so many that also sta..

She gazes at the stars shining bright and wishes wistfully on this night that the one she loves so far away will know her heart with him st..

I sit here and remember the first and only day that time stood still. "Wanna Ride?" is all you said. I knew not your name I knew ..