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 Thith happened to my friend, he's tho pitthed He thwallowed thome paper clipsth I can't thop the teathin' For thome unknown reathon He... [read more] |
 The river moves Swift and smoothly Down the mountain In the past Very little water Moved through here Barely a creek Hardly ev... [read more] |
 "what dancin' shoes are fer" gilt-tipped shoes wait in their bright rest floor holding breath and room lea... [read more] |
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"6-feet over" ears ringsmoke rises on its stingof powder burnforming bruiseand sp... [read more] |
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'fleeing the rising dawn' "hands lifted in prayer darkness holds a Summer's murmur against the night hillside br... [read more] |
 After every storm, the moon finds its place again. Perhaps love does the same. Maybe that is why devotion learns to survive without touch.... [read more] |
 When we felt most alone, a ftiend welcomed us into his home A sitiation he did not ignore He opened his door He invited us to stay.... [read more] |