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It is in moments like thesethat I could close my eyesAnd imagine of all creatures, I should be an eagleOne to soar highWith nothing More than the wind..
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Winter comes and the world dies.
Cold, alone, and desolate,
It hibernates waiting,
For the first signs of life.
My life is winter righ..
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I picked up the paper and read what they had written. "Ellen Dunbar, age 84 of Ashford, OH died Sunday in her home, she was preceded by her husband.....
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As writers I'm sure we all have days like this. Just amusing and tacky for fun.
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I read again what I had wrote
Years ago
Then a darkness dwelt
In my soul
Yet the naivety still
came through
I lived in a magic circle then
I..
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Reality fades as your hand brushes mine
My heart pounds, my breathe catches
I burn with a fire I cannot put out
You reach for me and I melt
Into..
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I don't know where
But somewhere back there
I made a wrong turn
Forgot what I'd learned
I'm turning around
With my feet on the ground
Got ..
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My oldest is a blazing orange,firey yet warm,She's not like any other,Unlike her younger brother.He is a deep deep blueA color of the darkest hue.Mood..
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This story is one I wrote for a teacher at my child's school, to help them understand why it's so important to commit when taking a new pet. This was ..
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In the trenches of destiny the knives brood,
saturated with blood,
And the men who carry them along,
unnaturally disturbed.
Betwixt the apertur..
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