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You are forever bound to the wind.
A falling star,
whose light will never diminish...
atruth,
that remains unseen
Norma Jean,
Norma Jean
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the night sequestered her
like a full moon in a solstice sky,
rendering the wiles
of feminine charms
into crimes
of passion
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I shine with you, I glow...
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The Beguiled
we met at a sidewalk café
where Vettriano art hung on stucco walls.
I was seated at a table for two,
ordering my usual..
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Some people look
and see blonde…
The cameras eye saw Norma Jean…
Hollywood
saw green.
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I lost my Dad long before memories like these were possible...
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This was written following the Columbine tragedy. Sadly, the same headlines still apply, today!
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He keeps me in flowers.
The likes of which I’m accustomed to,
of orchids and calla lilies.
Their beauty poetically reminds him of me&..
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...being born under the sign of "cancer", I've been told that I bruise too easily
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Three days of rain
and the willow bends its branches low,
like the pendulum sway of a grandfather clock…
like the guileless accordio..
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