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Truth hid under the tableas year-end celestial lightsnuck through window, painyellowed pleas lay crumpledin the gutter,sweet nothings,decomposedin the..
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Some things are meant tobe carried beneathour ribcageespecially when our armscan no longerbear such weightSilencebecomes uncomfortable to carrywe go t..
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You've been caughtin the gameso long now,pushing memories aside..forcing amnesiaWith steel blue eyesyou scan the crowd--48 pairs of legsa dozen heart-..
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In this sacred spaceyour voice,calm and wisetransported by a breeze,infiltrates my thoughts.I feel your soulalign with mineand answersare revealed~Eve..
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If we continue to take and take and take
all that is not ours to give
surely, we rob the dawn
of her splendor
raped and pillaged by calloused
gre..
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I really don't know where this came from...
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Life. Plain and simple.
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(just 3 quick snippets I wrote one night when inspiration was not coming..they are throw-ways, but each has little bits I liked)
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a writing challenge using specific words. Overall fairly happy with it.
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I have nothing left to give,
you have sucked me
bone dry.
Shoo, fly
don't bother me.
For I belong to
nobody.
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