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If you've been following along, you will so understand this poem. If I'm new to you, you will see it from another angle.
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Somewhere is your portal to death, the place you will be when your road ends, and for some of us, it will be a rope hanging in a room. Grim, I know, a..
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Nothing truer than writing at the time of intense emotion. This was in the middle of a horrendous breakup and I'm glad I captured it.
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this is not just about childbirth, it's more about reaching the point in your life when you don't know how you'll go on....
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She skates melancholy ribbons
On to the ice, cutting it
And knows the depth of sadness
For a love who came too late –
For jumps that crashed..
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My art flowed over tongue and brush and pen,
Annointing me with purple dew,
And I danced where all other walked.
I never was like you, like you.
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I wrote this nearly twenty years ago and hopefully my narrow vision of men has changed. Or not.
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Dress me in red and black,
Play the cards from a curious stack,
Three black bird
Wait patiently for your words
To surrender home.
The darkness f..
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There are nods toward many influences. See if you can find them.
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