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Tears have many personalities.
They can be cold.for the deaths of the old.
They can be hot,for anger that seems to rise up a lot.
They come f..
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People often wonder who’s fault it is.
When really they should be asking why?
It does not matter who did it.
Just why.
If you find t..
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Death looks up and shakes his head,
marveling at another dead.
"Again?" he asks a little tired,
"why is this job even required?"
He stands and s..
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People pass at every moment,
Most never stop to say hello.
Those who do,
Are fast and never take it slow.
Everyone is alone,
this world is too ..
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Children sit quietly on a wall.They do not talk,They do not say a word,to the water, waves or sky.
Children sit quietly on a lawn.They do not play,..
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The wind whispered through the trees as the afternoon sun shone coldly low in the sky. The leaves rustled as small animals scampered away into hidden ..
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He sat back. It was almost right, just a few more touches here, additions there... He sighed. No it was not right, it could never be right, he thought..
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The clouds cast dark shadows over the scrubbed plain and the wind whistled into the shallow valleys and over the slopping hills. Vapor from a distant..
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She approached the dusty piano and perched herself on the edge of the creaky bench. She raised her hands, then paused, unsure of breaking the thick s..
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