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And there's so much more...

I think this is what some people do.

It's a short little diddy-not sure it's really a poem.

Could turn into a book, what do you think?

The air aroundhim is stiff, still not one hair dancing, even his eyes seem like they are painted he is frozen cold and lifeless within my stare. ..

So many things contribute to who we are but we are united in our differences...

I look at you, and you are me. One day I too will be battered, weathered and eroded by time. It will one day find me in my bed, tape my bones toge..

Bleed me dry, your needing swirls around me like a great fog. Take my soul-coax it to the surface then peel it off me slowly-like a wet piece of cl..

Oh dear Technology, how I need you so- You light up my life, literally. I give you my problems, I lay them at your feet. My burden was heavy an..

I think this will be my toast...