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When do they stop?
They don't.
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your mirror doesn't reflect 'me' anymore
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I feel the wine red sunset
that most quiet part of the day
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In the noise of my life I wander through the forest
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Much of what we 'see' we 'believe' is reality
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"No...I dont want to talk ..."
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I hold the key
to spare, simple necessities
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"A night without you is very painful"
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September.
The portal through which we pass
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I miss you so much I want to cry...
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Life is like...an ocean of the sweetest wine flowing endlessly, and we have only the tiniest cup from which we sip, never thinking to subme
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Someone painted flowers on the dunes today. Bright yellow, pink and purple winking among the greens. Colors have sprung up almost overnight
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You are Warm air and sunshine
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The sun beats down upon me with ferocity I feel that glaring intensity
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Morning did not break over the ocean today
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She releases spirits long held in her keep On rare moonless nights while the living sleep
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Jimmy swims alone today but his sister watches from the beach. Over five feet tall, he seems a man, so gentle and so sweet. He is what many call 'challenged', but I would dare to disagree...you see... Jimmy challenges all of
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A pesky fly nips at my ear
Incessant buzzing do I hear
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Warm ocean breeze tastes of summer's heat
Waves of silver light swirl about my feet
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Summer fades a bit each day sun setting lower along the bay
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Orange moon in a jet blue heaven spilling gold upon the deep.
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Once cocooned in silken wrappings Now unsheathed, no more trappings
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this one moment now with you is
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A sacred space where
life's essences
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I know I am immortal
but I rarely get to see
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