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Footprints drawn into
tiny particles from a grand storied past,
washed away and redrawn
with new inten..
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There is a haunting I must confess
And haunt it does under extreme duress
It is not the thing or event tha..
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I stumbled into a forest
Its sweet smell lifted my feet,
flipped me on my back,
and rested me against t..
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Ne'er old wood,Tattered and rusty,That didn't open my expression.Pulling in where skull meets spine,Here, but many a mile away.Dirty fingers draw it d..
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They are blind fools!You are not him.He is you.The subtle smile that expresses their diaphragm,The fists on concrete,The heated breath and soft poetic..
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Love Me Not
1986, Penny Herrera falls into the predatory clutches of Matt, an older man who has no other intention than to alter Pen
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