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Greatest Hits
Greatest Hits Even as I fear that a soundtrack to life is a cliché desire I wonder what our song would be and if this scene of life will deserve ...
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Oh So Obselete
Watching her hands, I think if I have only one regret (I don’t think I could handle more) let it be that I didn’t learn how to make magic, make ...
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That Look
I struggled equally to follow the directions I printed from the web and not to let you know that we’re lost as you sit consenting in a makeshift blindfold made ...
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question
I'd like to know if this sounds even a little bit interesting and any other comments are welcome. and as a note it is intended to become a short story ...
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Just Around, 'Til Tomorrow
Running home with wet sneakers from the lake chased by a boy who grew up all too fast. The summer heat settles thick in the air. You know tomorrow will ...
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Visions on Soft Grass
Visions on Soft Grass The shadows of dusk lean heavy on the evening sky as I fall to soft grass. My mind plays a smooth jazz tune painting for me ...
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summer heat (needs better title)
There’s nothing like a slow smile spreading across full pink lips when you’re too close for this summer heat, but every breath means the rise of her chest will brush ...
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Reserved Tears
Curled on a garden chair overlooking Morning Glories shriveled by an overcast dusk thinking of a boy who belongs to her past and the small back corner of her heart. ...
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Forgiveness
Should I forgive you the too many mistakes you’ve made? You test the durable and generous bounds of my love, which is caught between limitlessness of my childhood that convinced ...
