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To Rose Shillito. I.We collected memories Like tokensOne sacred winter evening;With every word We had spokenChanneling our center's grieving. II.I re..
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Lovesick as I once looked at you, My gaze is obscured now by a half-truth.Because, baby, I'm not sick anymore; But, all the same, I still must ask you..
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I
was born
an
American machine.
Few
layers beneath,
But
plenty of wiresto confuse
in between.
I
warn you,
..
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In
loving memory of my mother,
and
oldest preceptor,
Doris
Ann Strickland...
..
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could we imagine the echoes of light
now
are still really stars somehow?
i could really use a friend right now;
another to p..
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I
There once was a time
When I sought to try
And bury my soul
Deep within the soil,
Beneath a darkened sky.
..
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Even I know not to
question a lover’s heart.
But you don’t know
just how hard
it was for me to see
you happy in a..
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For Rose Shillito... Still... p { margin-bottom: 0in; }
I can’t deny this truth.
And it’s no mystery,
To..
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it’s sad to say
that creativity and
american music have parted ways
but it seems the
case
if your listening to
the..
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These days, it is
as easy for me
as turning over a
handful of leaves,
and finding stanzas
in full underneath.
But that h..
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