| Stillbirth
| | Life was deceased... | | Words: | 162 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| On Face
| | If oceans could part to draw you near... | | Words: | 123 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| Few Words to You
| | When I hear the wind I think of how my fingertips go numb with a touch to your skin, how all is hazed when I look at your eyes that breathe rain, and pain is dismissed in an appreciative artful sight.... | | Words: | 445 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Calendars
| | Calendars mark days we’ve yet to live And days we think we’re promise, and days we’ve thrown away.Drinking roasted coffee after the non-existent intimate sex And you’re depleted of the dollars... | | Words: | 434 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Run Down House
| | It was a dilapidated abode... | | Words: | 42 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Mother-Spoken Word
| | She cried tears that seemed to make the earth crack... | | Words: | 635 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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