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 Life is fragile, delicate, fleeting- and what we do with our time alone or with another is a sacred experience that lasts until it doe... [read more] |
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And what if you chose to stay? What if you chose to let your worries fade away? What if you chose to let it all go, to forgive your burdens... [read more] |
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To leave without saying goodbye reminiscing the memories as more tears fill my eyes I wanted to let you know I'd always be by your side but... [read more] |
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There were candles and coffee pumpkins and plants, a messy bun and yoga pants a black ink pen and a journal with plans of writing, wri... [read more] |
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You're gonna miss this you're gonna want it all back as if it's a matter of fact you never really know what you have and then you turn your... [read more] |
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I thought patience was sitting on a park bench next to the water watching the duck swim, waiting to see a fish jump out of the water and mak... [read more] |
 I love art and I love history….and I love how each one is transcended when, to my joy and utter delight, the two of them are blended .... [read more] |
 Dense fog betrays summer warmth morning dew on toes birds serenade the rising sun [read more] |
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So I feel the driving rain tired yet still fighting steadfast finding my way home [read more] |
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The rules of verse and grammar are ignored here: and you foresaw this, J. V. Cunningham. They are, here, prostituted, raped, and whore... [read more] |
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Existing beyond our understanding of time and space, Homorizon occupies a privileged place above, beyond, and between the ordinary dimension... [read more] |
 Lingered and dangling,On a taunting plateau.Waiting to perish-To fade away slow. No rushing the fates,When they hold th... [read more] |
 You talk of black light.I am not sure of which sunyou refuse to touch.In moonlight yourbehavior changes. The spaceenlarges for wings.The fli... [read more] |
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This weary soul is weeping, So tired and beaten down. Alone, lost and wandering, Through streets of unknown town. This weary s... [read more] |
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Home is not a place on Earth, Nor where my heart may be- For here now, in this trying time, There is no home for me. I'... [read more] |