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Undoubtedly, each of you is in a various stage of update as to my life and health...and while I wish I could write to each of you individua
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If eyes held tears like wishing wells
I'd drop a coin inside;
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Hi Cathy,
My poetic muse is still in hiding, but there is something I do each year at Christmas I wanted to share with you.
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by trista
41 lines, 9 comments,
on Jan 9 11:34 PM 2008
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Like apples candied in Listerine,
feelings, stewed, make bad cuisine.
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Too many lies are left behind
in darkened corridors,
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A gentle touch, from soul to soul
Waking beside you, inside a dream
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Silence is golden, or so I’ve heard
but it hurts more, than a single word.
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Beat and splintered by this world
By acts of God, or dished by friends
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