Kirsten Kvaale
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The new lifeA Poem by Kirsten KvaaleI can't hold myself together with only two cold hands Each night I lose signatures of myself The ink simply spills through my finger.. |
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The light blue doorA Story by Kirsten KvaaleHe took far more than just his keys the night he walked out the light blue door. He took the only few parts of herself .. |
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When everything was beautifulA Story by Kirsten KvaaleWhen we were children everything was beautiful because everything was new to us. We would be amazed at the simplest delights in our larger than life w.. |
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To wake upA Poem by Kirsten KvaaleI fell in love with you in a dream Only to find you loving someone else It wasn't a very good dream A nightmare of sorts But I am still in this d.. |
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WeightlessA Story by Kirsten Kvaale"Joanna had slipped away." Was what the doctors said. They believed that bringing her back to consciousness would be like trying to remember som.. |
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Two of a kindA Poem by Kirsten KvaaleWe were far too similar to ever last It was a constant war Of who could be more themselves Than the other could And that was quite tricky Beca.. |
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