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Like the rain falling against the window
I am silent in the loudest of ways.
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Time can heal all wounds, I'm told,
From a cut finger to a broken heart.
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Not a story or poem, I need your help, author to author.
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The story of a tree by a tree
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by Taur-amandil
18 lines, 3 comments,
on Jan 18 8:47 PM 2007
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by Taur-amandil
38 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 24 12:01 AM 2006
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In loving memory of my friend, robbed of his life too soon.
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A letter to my Uncle Tony, in Heaven.
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A spoken word attempt at repairing my own writing.
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It'll be a small stone...
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Roses have lined everything
Since the day I was born.
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The shelves are heavy with volumes
I have yet to read, but desire to,
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