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Strong truth can be before us,Camoflauged behind battle fatigue.We can miss it.We can focus so whollyon
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As she found the words, the ones he meant her to, she could only wonder.. "how do I go on without you?" When h
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She would have held him closer, whispered longer in his ear. Hugged him one more time... One more "I love you, dear." She woul
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She would have held him closer,whispered longer in his ear.Hugged him one more time...One more "I love you, dear."She would
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What do you do when you lose your true north?
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The blending of paint on canvas.From something it wasaloneTo what it becomes whenjoinedForever altered whenseenThough
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I just keep thinking...tonight, I would have had a letter.You would have read my mind,Known h
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I don't know how you could stand it...to be so long alone.When you know how much I need you..How hard it is just to go on.But with each pass
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Between the rising and the setting of the sun,they bite, they nibble, they tease.The take the
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Things I learned on my front porch:
Always wear nylons, and lipstick, even if no other makeup is worn. It presents the appearance of bei
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At the end of a winter, when skies were grayShe walked by the river alone.The water then murky from winter's deep snow..Outlined as it
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was but a girl when he left us. When we stood out on the tarmac that July. We watched his plane as it lifted.. And we silently and tear
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It's always been the eyes that draw me in.
The pain unhidden in the dimension of the iris.
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I wonder how long
and how loudly silence
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I remember being in pieces,
jagged edges, sharp points
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It always comes back to this
you have the upper hand,
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The bed is too soft,
the pillow too hard,
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Never any questions.
Never any doubt.
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Hair the color of honey,
Blue eyes, large and expressive.
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I would have woven garlands
of Indian paint brush,honeysuckle
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If you only knew
the door you opened.
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That time of morning,
when steam rises from the riverbed.
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Dear Patrick,
I sat down I don't know how many times
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His pen is stilled
but not his voice.
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It stands between then and now
Like a brick wall
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It stands between then and now
Like a brick wall
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The litany of rain on the rooftop
imitates the roar of the wind.
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A few things I saw,
a tree growing sideways,
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Rocks align
a slanted path
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And I hear your voice,
through the stillness
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My world is barren, still
Years after the fact of your leaving.
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Sometimes, I can feel you still.
I want to reach out...
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I knew I had a letter,
by the smile upon her face.
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