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family love is the softest love of all. think of it as a pile of cushions. there needs to be give. there, often,needs to be more give with family than..
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when the resolverolled into solved,drips buriedwilted prisms ‘neath silt.you never won barrennessupon your spirit.your sporadic cymbal,with erra..
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i hope you know that i've barely changed at all. i'm still buried by my
humanity, and it's deceptions such as sanity. i'm going back in the
salty ..
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when i was young, all the pennies shined. at the least, if they
didn't, we knew people that knew how to scrub them. all the fountains in
all the m..
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and yet
i haven't embraced your smile this past year
the spool has spun the tides toward what i fear
now that not all brides hold sway their veneer..
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strolledeyes castto where rippleof riverlapped bulkheadslate unseenfor nighthaddeadened such tonesto bedas in how rainabstains from lettingbonesbeliev..
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death has it's own breath.gathering a smattering of that which is after happening.to say her life was lostwould obliterate the wind's mutter upon her ..
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last night she caught up to me. as captivated as i was the best i
could do was keep from reaching for her cold. southbound parkway, near
mile mark..
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the and so forth et cetera morning stumbled thwarted, and bruise
ridden, into a glow. yet somewhere beyond the pale, darkness remained.
exposed by..
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shall there be truffle
within marinade for ducks, and tired yearning within hollering
homelessness? we peddle our worth to ourselves. we careen b..
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