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Do not weep for those who have left this earth,
For they are now blessed with an inner peace.
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she opened an oven door
to find it cold and unfeeling
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you made a life out of sorrow
and found contentment within it
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smiles are hard to see with stiff backs and myopic eyes
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dead fathers seem to inhabit corners
of rooms and minds
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Hearts ever hopeful
are searching for
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She will wear that family face
lips bowed into cherub smile,
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open doors creak with comfort
closed doors crack without concern
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old women still have dreams
so they lie restlessly
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I have carried it with me each day;
But find it heaviest in the winter,
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he sits at the table
amid memories of mornings
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secrets are always buried
like limp bones,
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It’s the wind one feels most
stirring memory
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I watched him gag on words
searching...
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eyes tired of green
scan timberlines
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The harbor lights just seem to disappear,
beneath the greenish hue of waters edge.
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summer skies swirled
like debutantes
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no light
from the tiny alcove,
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summer always wore silk and taffeta
by Cupcrazy
9 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 21 9:18 PM
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it hung like life frayed edges upturned
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she holds regret like a bottle
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The girl rode at the edge of dawn,
while all around they bled;
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I remember those old Victorian houses,
the ones with gleaming wood porches
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her laugh drifted
across little bow lips
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A pen lays poised to spill Life’s dirty deeds,
Upon pale sheets, just words will come to rest.
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I wandered down to George Street,
where the young displayed their wares.
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boats ran away, this sea of emptiness, endless
into the silence of wind, like promise, fleeting
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Some Lover’s lips with honeyed lies are tainted,
The taste can be both devilish and divine.
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I have seen fear
in mirrors and calenders
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unknown was the binding
as it dripped
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a single iceberg
will barely leave a ripple
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I don't know if my voice is heard,
nor what to say, what special word.
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