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Her face always sagged as
if it was being dragged down to the floor by invisible fingers, and maybe they
were the same fingers that always draped h..
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The Mockingbird longs to sing the world a
lovely song, as all birds do.
But, he was born
without a jubilant melody.
He sits in his
lush tree,..
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"A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a..
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Lights are blinding.
So are your words.
Just leave me here.
To soak in the aftertaste.
Numbers aren’t hieroglyphics.
Your pa..
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Your arms wrapped around me.
Suddenly, I was sinking like a ship
Nothing to feel but the wet silk
enveloping my body.
I could feel the wate..
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Skin so
soft, breathe so faint.
I know I
can stay.
At least
for tonight…
And, maybe
words don’t have to be spoken.
They..
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I undressed for you today.I stared into your eyes and you looked away.You got nervous, and left the room.So there I sat; waiting for you.I undressed f..
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Art cannot stop the beating of the heart, or the tear in the eye.Can it mask the words mumbled in between "Hello" and "Goodbye"?If only the watercolor..
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I’m just a girl you’ll forget about tomorrow,
The one who can always tell when you’re blue.
I’m just a girl who will giv..
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So many crowded places that are always empty.So many voices that are always silent.So many happy faces; always crying.So many racing thoughts; always ..
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