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 Every time I pass this busy old street, I can’t help but remember how I once had you— A bouquet of delicate flowers sold along the roadside,... [read more] |
 It seems impossible our child is no longer here laughing and loving No more visions of a future our little Jack will never have Fallen to th... [read more] |
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It's not wrong to live and love openly as you are The full 100 percent true you! Secure in your own skin Not wrong at all to battle b... [read more] |
 My heart breaks every time I see another bottle A whisper of the life we have become Can’t live without you, can’t live with you I clear the... [read more] |
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They say there lives one who claims none not even God rule him Haunted by no mistakes he makes Evermore without justice he carries on vowing... [read more] |
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Rewrite of the classic Journey song, Faithfully Love fallen to ruin Under the brightest sun Rumor has it You've slept around and arou... [read more] |
 I have a friend Ray who's gay Spoke with Ray just the other day Told me he bought a new car, that's nice Would he mind telling me the... [read more] |
 Sometimes we humans can be mystifyingly cruel… it is our most bewildering abnormality when we are heartless, prejudice, unaccep... [read more] |
 لمن تكتبُ؟! لأمّكَ التي فردتْ تغضّنَ قلبها التحفتْ سماءَ حزنها ثمّ نامتْ منذ عامْ وكان كلّ ظنّها أنك منذُ ثلاثينَ قد بلغتَ سنَّ الفط... [read more] |
 We were young. Words not required. She put her fingers to her lips and smiled.. I'm a quick study. Later. ... [read more] |
 "together blind" ` there is nothing like failure here freedom actually breaks the heart here the spirit is denie... [read more] |
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` we set up ourselvesin the eye of the publicthereby cuffing our heartsrestraining us from speaking prist... [read more] |
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“between bus stops” Mist lifts from the creek's dark bend; a kingfisher holds still above the water. In a cedar... [read more] |
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Last Light from the ground the ceiling looks so much wider from the ground its cracks seem much finer... [read more] |
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trisectomy ` Writing up a three-part poemfrom nothing, up to its final forminvented by Erin, surnamed Thomas. Trisectomising is not... [read more] |