LonelinessA Poem by MarkWill I find recognition? be validated in her smile? touch my soul to another? There are places of the heart and soul That can't be measured are sometimes missed often forgotten or buried deep. a pretense of logic covering them like a shaky riveted door.
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8 Reviews Added on January 15, 2015 Last Updated on January 15, 2015 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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