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quaint and sporadicA Poem by w.d.bI saw you oncein the shallow lightof a winter morningsilhouetted into thesky like the quarter moonthe plumes of yourbreath were taintedpink against th.. |
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untitledA Poem by w.d.bI think I have discoveredthe reason we could neverbe lovers, the day we missedour train to upstate I sawsomething in the way yourshoulders raised andd.. |
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puddlesA Poem by w.d.bwhat I see in blooddepends on the contextthat I am experiencing iton an old carpet in adusty hotel roomflowing through thespaces between the tilesin a.. |
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We Prey. We Graze.A Story by w.d.bdo you remember all those years ago when we tripped on the belief that the night was able to transcend into daylight? now we are staying up late liste.. |
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Red Spider WebA Story by w.d.bI remember sitting in the backseat while my mother drove. We were coming home from vacation, I think I was eight. The sun was low and the clouds were .. |
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SundaysA Poem by w.d.bI don't know a lot a lot about god,but I know that on a warm day rain feels like heaven,and I don't know a lot about sin,but I know that I felt someth.. |
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prayerA Poem by w.d.bplease god, oh pleasegrant me that which I dearly need,a hefty dose of fortitudeso I can fend off my demons during these reoccurring strings of solitu.. |
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lightning strikes, and strikes againA Poem by w.d.bI am doing my bestto stop assuming thingslike when it is mid Decemberand the sky is free of clutterI imagine the sundecided to feel aliveand so I open.. |
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generational postcardsA Poem by w.d.bI can recall a momentwhen I knew thatwhat you areand who you wantto be are so far fromone anotheryour hands were grippedaround the railingthat kept pe.. |
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