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Was digging through some old boxes and I found my journal from Desert Storm. I thought that it was mong lost. As I was reminiscing, I came across this..
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At the end of the day, we are left with our thoughts�hidden fears, dark secrets, and boundless questions left unanswered. We live life thr..
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Her words…
Soft whispers of passion’s intentions
Melt over me with each sweet syllable
Caressing my ears, my heart, my soul
Her bea..
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I took a long walk one day
I came across a park bench
The sun was shining
With just the right touch of a breeze
What a day I thought, and sat down..
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I took a long walk one day
I came across a park bench
The sun was shining
With just the right touch of a breeze
What a day I thought, and sat down..
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I stand there
Looking at the mirror
The man taunts me
Taunts me with eyes
That pierce my soul
Who are you, what have you become?
I have no ans..
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I took a walk down an old dirt road
Pass the oaks and the sycamores
Beyond the well-spring and the old red barn
Across a rushing brook, to my Babyl..
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Seven years ago, while she lay asleep
He packed his things and turned to leave
He never said I'm sorry or stayed to see her cry
He just left her wi..
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All is dark except for the moon
Hanging from the Midnight sky
At first glance it appears to stand alone
The only object to bring light
The all..
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How tragic is life to never know love
To never have a hand to hold
To never look into a lover’s eyes
And lose one’s self in paradise
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