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First thing I've written in years. Published on Leaves of Ink this November 2017.
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Today is my moms birthday. 1964-2013.
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During a trek through a frigid woodland,
something flashed before my eyes, white,
ripping me from silent solitude,
an owl starkly contrasted..
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Just a quick one that I had to write down.
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Inspired by another poet on here in the last few days, I came up with this.
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Bullying, essentially.
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radio playing, laughter transformsinto screams, metal crunching andclosing in, a flash of red hair,or is it bloodthe smell of dirt and smoke,hands..
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R.I.P. Mom. 1964-2013.
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then it came like a landslide...
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this poetry brings life from death...
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