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Upon thatwillow treeI find myancestorscarved in,It wastranquilWind~interlockingwith strandsof my brown hair,I whispernonsense,hoping m..
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I have a fascination withall things love,Daydreams constructing expectationsand a daily need for a thing whichI have yet to experience,It's an obsessi..
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Time I find,is fascinating,able to remind youof failures longpassedRegardless, I questionwhether my futureunhappiness will derivefrom failed dreams,Pe..
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Oh, the power of words,Ain't that right, sugar?How they travel downa page,beautiful,don't you think?Remember that night,in 1983 when we crossedthe lak..
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There he was,A brush in hand, A palette in the other,A vision in sight,And I, his muse,Moving I mustn't be, Still, I must be,For my beauty wasundoubte..
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Sharp turns,Bright smile,Pointed feet,Beautiful face,Tall posture,Straight arms,Technique."It's all about the technique."They said.Constantly. Screams..
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The way he wrinkled his nose,and stared at the sky,The way he chuckled at my words,and rose to my high,The way he nervously touched his hair,When I ki..
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Anxiety. It consumes you. Rapidly. Suddenly.You look ||||||||||||||¿down. S W E A T.Th-th-thumping heart. Racing thoughts. You feel everything...
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A beating organscours the silencedwinds.A moment. A time.A shrunken image oflost times.a fantasy.A contemplation,A choir of curiosity,A careful quiet...
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I'm FineYou're lyingI'm FineYou're notBut I am.I am Fine.I'm so FineI could laughthe loudest,smile the brightest,pretendtalk the lon..
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