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 I just love it when facebook sends me alerts telling me where I’ve just been and asks me to write a review or make a recommendation.... [read more] |
 The good moments lost like a ghost ship at sea. It's only seen for a short time then disappears into the mist. Now life is stale and l... [read more] |
 It's been a while now those words were uttered Of losing your mind to thinking. And so long it's been that purpose found Of assuaging such b... [read more] |
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MOCKINGBIRD LULLABY Sometimes he walks before the town wakes up. He walks a path down by the bay. It’s usually quiet and serene…usual... [read more] |
 Introduction Marriage is a union of two people in love, a bond that graduates from friendship to commitment forever, a status that reflects... [read more] |
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You must be shroomin’ I hear the words echo You speak trivial nonsense It’s inexplicable the thoughts inane values you... [read more] |
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Mourn a deceased pen blue ink no longer flowing Page lays forlornly frantic thoughts are stagnating in manic search for new pen. [read more] |
 My pick,I will keep on giving you my best,after the fear bath.The cosmotic paincaves in. Hirsute limbs climbthe steep cut of fog.I will not... [read more] |
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I did not wantto know you. Then why―asking the wayto your home.The dilemma of themusky scent. Do you think―it was a traditionalway of carryi... [read more] |
 Street lights from atop olden lamp posts Distantly, the frequent blare of sirens Voices louder than years of mute living Faces of strangers... [read more] |
 Life is a cosmic joke With a beginning A middle And an end [read more] |
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I don't want you to die yet. I don't want to cry yet. Please don't go. I do say no. Your lives are not through. You are still,... [read more] |
 from trying to turn the pages of my book by itself because you were asleep and had stolen the other one [read more] |
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What am I supposed to do when you look at me like that? Look at you halfway helpless and let you take everything this is such... [read more] |
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she whispers what could be as lonely as loud so I keep breathing tell me you know where I live you know what I’m thinking when we can... [read more] |