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Is there much more that I can stand? This stress is starting
to take its toll, and it is a tribute I have difficulty paying. Just in my
previous nig..
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Just please don’t tell me that this would be our departure…
We have
barely found our way to the docks, and it already feels as if we..
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I cannot bare to listen to my voice…the voice that had been
recorded on graduated tin paper and a diamond-tipped needle, all while being
shot..
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I cannot describe how I long for
this season to begin, with its careless days, its loose-fitting clothes, and
its beautiful days…this year&rs..
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This little bit of jazz piano…I’m liking it. It is serenity
mixed in with the beat of a drum. Nearly effortless beauty is what I would c..
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All that I want from you, Engel, are the few words that I
wanted to say. I just wanted to say them and have that one bit of solace that I
have been ..
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I have lost the ability to care at the moment. Even if the
world were ending right this second, I would still keep writing. I would be
left alone to..
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“Our goddess have
birth to your god.”
I heard that phrase in a song and I thought that it was
worthy of my time to properly ponder it..
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I remember
falling.
The crash into the water was like
falling into concrete at one hundred miles an hour. It was a horrible feeling,
at least..
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This
hand of old writes out this end,
these
calloused fingers wrap this ball-point pen.
This
parchment I scar with metal and ink,
such
a ..
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