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Something I am battling.

Just a lesson I recently learned.

About my youth.

Just a line that hit me out of nowhere. I thought to share it.

All about my love of New Orleans, and her music.

Lying here in the guest room, watching the sun paint lines onpeeling, chipped white walls, remembering now and again how good a cup of coffee is..

Just when you thought you knew it all.

I wish I could love you. I mean truly love you. Physically touch you, kiss you, have you, hold you. Not this pathetic excuse for a sentiment..

Tall tree, towering over the meek little twigs I've found in the forest, with a top so high that you could look upon my heart into the distant f..

For him.