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I placed my hands up to his chest. We were so close,
that I could almost feel his
heart-beat-“I don’t understand you- ” I sa..
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The mesmerizing attraction, unrequited love, and a deep, dark obsession I have with an artist; who, over two years, caused me to explore more types of..
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(Writing, writing, writing . . . lines upon this page pour into my veins like a toxin. They run through my veins, circling throughout, like my thought..
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Through death, life is wrought-
And through our pain, and tears, and sorrows,
Joy is often nurtured.
We are the bearers of joy,
When hope is c..
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Word
Bird . . .
(Part
1)
The word bird . . . had found its address . . .
The message flew in-
as, at a fleeting glance the-
man ..
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This is the true story of Santa . . . I know that it will not be appreciated by some, but the truth must be known, for it has not been told before now..
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Winter's
Ghost ~
Lively
with sparkle-
such
indistinct snowflakes-
how
they are dancing!
They
drift to the side,
of
th..
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Acrylic Painter ~
(for
the artist)
The artist lifted his hands,To gently touch the solid pane,Of that small, inspiring por..
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Happy Halloween . . .
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