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Her gaze focused onthe crowd of plush treesthat radiated with violetspurples, reds and blues~She imagined the summer windmoving her dressin a gazeboth..
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Upon this path - where winter greetsa footpath walker's stride a robin's voice affects me sofor what I hear implied.He echoes language through the woo..
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From what I rememberYou were once as sweetas a warm summer windthat brushed my cheekunder plum trees.And with enough powerI'd have stood the worldon i..
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Writer's block
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~An old one forgotten.~
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A hard life must be endured.Days, weeks, years, feel like iceand cracks are increasing.People are falling like sleet from mass murders.Parents shouldn..
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One afternoon beneath a tree,my age no more than twenty-three,'pon Mary's supple, soft red cheekI placed a kiss that made me weak.In me, her charms en..
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re-posted.
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Reading
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~Shock has engaged me with an awful pain;an awful gasp, and dire refrain.For earlier, my brain,in the heat of some strain,left some metaphorson the se..
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