Dark pale eyes stared blankly at an end she expected long ago. A half smile …
Poetry
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In a world where history repeats itself, where streets are decorated with the past, arcs of…
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walking on water miraculously pots of gold for shoes leprechaun turned sailor treasure somewhat taboo…
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the sun rises yet again! a love note to a new day a chance to…
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It comes as quickly as it goes the sun can only shine it’s beauty for…
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It was no surprise… hope is but a green little bug keeping you up at…
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“What is it you are searching for?” “Ah, you are mistaken. I do not search,…
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Despite reassurance constant replay of love sent remarks here still lies fear of misreading friendship…
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she sat in silence in complete darkness a pandora box filled with affection weary of…