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A witch I know, A few gray hairs. Her smile brings Rays of fire,To the coldest homes. She’s lived in a house that’s haunted, She knows,What I know. A star like Barnard,A guide with a light,I’m so thankful,She’s walking next to me. Hands clenched tight,She sees her mountain top,It’s tall like mine. That look in…
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I read somewhere that you should make peace with death every single day. I couldn’t do that when I Believed. Death was this passing thing. Not quite pretend, But not quite real. This gray space where questions couldn’t be answered. That’s where faith came in. Setting aside the finality Of death until one’s last breath.…
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We look back, And it’s all we got. Tick, tick, ticking by, When will it end? No one can say for sure. When it’s time to take our final rest, unique as the finger print, We carry around. Once a lap,We stop and look back. Memories traded For time spent,In seconds, weeks, and years. It adds up to our whole life. We live the whole…
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Isn’t that what you taught her? With every remark from your greasy lips,That pushed boiling tears To sizzle down her face. Didn’t you teach her to grit her frozen teeth and endure the baron cold? Didn’t you teach her to wear pain like a tiara,As though it makes her something great? Relentlessly fighting against your…
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Cold wind Warm sun The bees will hide,How will I tell them? Everything new going onFor me. Will the bees wonder What’s become of me? Will the bees know If I’ve come under fire? Try as I might,I can’t find the bees. They must be informed,Maybe it’s too late. Maybe all my bees,Have found a…
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I don’t want to confess My sins today. They say,Thoughts hold power. Thoughts can be sinful. You see the cake and devour more than just your piece behind the secrecy of your own eyelids. A defective doll Prancing around, Town to town,Burning beautiful Places down. In search of more sweetness, That flashes to ash in…
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On the merry go roundShe let her hair down Pushing her harderHands held tight Eyes strained upSpinning in space Wind whipping locks out of placeSewn into her smiling face So dizzy, she became But still They spin her round Metal, hot to the touch Sizzling tender thighs Fingers getting tired Fearing she’ll fly into spaceThey…
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Melancholy filled the fibers of my lungs when I caused the arctic divide. Idyllic pictures dripped off my pain stained cheeks in disbelief, I’d really ran you off. Candor finally bestowed itself upon me, I clung to your lips. Hope danced our fingers around until they interlaced, daisy’s invading our space. Auras of a love…
Healing Birds Fly Again 