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i think it odd
that we can recognize certain feelings
but never recognize what they mean,
to remember
and know why they are there,
but not unders..
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a closing statement for everyone here. for the moment, though, i'm chosing not to close my account in hopes that some of my words may continue to ins..
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i think it odd
that our own words tempt us.
they call to our heart,
pulling at its strings,
hoping that the knot will undo
and all of our thought..
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i'm sorry if i spoke too soon
or was imprudent with my words,
but it's my way, you see,
and habits are hard to break.
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i do wish thatshe reachesher destination
but only to stayfor but a moment
and return safely home
even just to tell me goodbye
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if you can't see by now
that this has all been for you,
then shame on me
and my silent tongue.
it seems the wordsfor sunrise
have slipped and fal..
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the amount of happiness we do have
sadly
is sometimes a measure of how much
unhappiness we do not have.
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the beginnings and the ends,
those are the easy parts.
it's the middle
that gives us the most trouble.
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it's not quite what's there,
it's more of what's not there
and i suppose that's what makes it
all the more difficult to swallow.
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i awoke
in the early morning,
much before the sun,
to the soft white blanket
of winter's first snow.
it lay where the earth once was
and in some..
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