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Writing
Ink pen to paper
Thoughts flowing like liquid gold
A story is born
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I Don't Stop
So I follow. I follow up and down, through the sparkling evergreens, inside branches and brambles, past cabins and meadows and all civilization until we crest the top of a hill. I never see her face. -
Little Lonely Question Mark
Little lonely question mark.
Sitting empty at the park.
What keeps you late
past dark?
***Based off of Langston Hughes poem Kid in the Park
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Love
iknoweventuallywewilldiebutinthismomentweareinfinateinthismomentiamfree
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Giving Up
It's hard to smile,
but it's
so much easier
to cry.
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Murmur My Name to the Meadow
Murmur my name to the meadow,
and I'll move.
Whisper my words to the water,
and I'll swim.
Carry my voice through the choir,
and I'll sing.
Scream my spirit to the sky,
Loves
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Winter Sunsets
you used to love the snow and ice
the dark and stormy winter nights
December's magic festive glow
now seems many years ago.
you crave the warmth of summer's kiss
let sunlight bring you back to bliss
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