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I still hear the whispers from that old creek bed, not all is lost, not all is dead.
Although the leaves fall and the water stands still, the growth ..
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That rain, falling with the silence of snow on my doorstep.
Each piece of me dances outside of my head so that only my eyes may see.
Visions and sen..
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It's quiet tonight. The stars in a sleepy hollow and hidden behind an abundance of clouds.
I love how it moves, nature. The silence it carries as it ..
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That road less traveled is my home
It feeds my spirit and calms my soul
It carries me, envelops me and makes me whole
It simply gives me somewhere ..
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My soul speaking through my brain and out of my mouth.
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The Truth
I thought you were crazy for letting go, for walking out, for giving up.
You quit.
I thought all the words you ever said were put in my..
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Halloween
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Writing you letters...
I pick up the pen and put it down again. I sigh a sigh of relief, thankful that again today my heart cannot expel these ach..
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I have carried this soul inside of this body all of my days. Like a suitcase full of old clothes and memories on a road made of dirt and clay. The dus..
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It happened again today... You were there, nestled neatly, ribbon and bow waiting for me to find you. I came so close to overlooking your ever present..
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