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I am broken,not my bodybut my Soul.Heart is bleedingmind is weepingMake it stop!Like a caged birdtrapped in silencein my head.Wretched screamingrunnin..
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Alabaster pale skin, delicate bow of rose pink lips, you still remember open in ecstasy.A beautiful wildflower on a sheltered sunny meadow.So wholesom..
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In the vastness of the spaceIn the dripping of the rainIn the quiet in my earsIs the throbbing in my heart.
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Yellow bead for my childhood.Warm rays of sun streaming gently through an open window.Soft lacy curtain billowing in the breeze.Gazing out into the wo..
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Somewhere at the back of my drawer,behind old pens, forgotten business cards, random keys and odd papers,is the crumpled bullet point list describing ..
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Theseus set out on a journey through the Labyrinth, carrying Ariadne’s thread, so he could find his way back home again.And so I too, set out on..
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