a.m. (the mourning)A Poem by speakingcolors You guessed it...an a.m. poem. The mourning opens early with the fresh smell of brownies but it's gone by mid-afternoon with the morning © 2008 speakingcolors |
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speakingcolorssomewhere outside looking in, PAAboutpoet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..Writing
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