Emily B
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he's coming back this wayA Poem by Emily Bi awoke the other nightto the soundof a child cryingmama, mamai am scaredmy childis coming back to metravelling between worldsi wonderwherehe might la.. |
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springA Poem by Emily Bi went lookingfor a tree today.It had some letterscarvedonceupon a time.Beforethey werescratched outagain.Trees falland memoriesfail.I couldn'tbe sure.. |
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creatingA Poem by Emily Bshe is notwhat she wasand notwhat she will beeitherthe butterfliesare stirringwanting to flyand soonwe will see their brightly coloredwingstriumphant |
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mad scramblingsA Poem by Emily Bi am here nowi always love youtrying to think back to the voicethe one you said came to me the one that saidi could send magic to youmaybe i can send .. |
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learning about loveA Poem by Emily Bsometimessomeone will comeout of the darknessto teach us somethingof singular importancei am gladi still have so muchto learn |
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i owe you an apologyA Poem by Emily Bmight as well say it out loud |
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what is there to say?A Poem by Emily Bi used to be a prolific poetplacing words just sostacking them in cunning ways to get my point acrossmaybe i said every thingmaybe those old structure.. |
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Rule of ThirdsA Poem by Emily BThis isn't my work. Handwritten note from a friend, John Steinemann. You knew him here as left hand smoke shifter or a true gentleman |
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a valentine, maybeA Poem by Emily Bit's been a while since i got out the crayons and paper doilies, so why not? |
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dreaming againA Poem by Emily Bit set me sideways, momentarily |
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