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Arms are still now,
unmoved by silence; -
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she curled with desperation
tiny fingers grasping familiarity -
poetry gave her today
what appeared lost yesterday; -
my happiness had such
a premature delivery; -
death settles like sunset
slow and sure,14 lines, 5 comments, on Jan 6 10:53 AM
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He was a rock star wannabe,
with dirty blond locks -
If I be the future,
where do I leave the past? -
Shadows have voices;
I hear them-- -
I wandered down to George Street,
where the young displayed their wares. -
cracked enamel prompt
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