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Red
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Cabin Fever
Most of the time,when people use the term, “cabin fever” they are talking about to urge to escape their house after being cooped up for days,usually because of the weather. But, for me……”cabin fever” means something different. On February 8, I found out that I needed to prepare to leave the little yellow brick house… Read more
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Clenched Tight
Still too dark to see but she can feel the way her hands are clenched tight she couldn’t remember all the details only that, once again, she was fighting whispering underneath her breath “I must win, I will win” and she knew that she had fought with all her heart while she was sleeping once… Read more
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Crying Shame
For quite some time, I’ve thought about the conspiracy of love, the relationships we form with people that sometimes,often times,make sense only to us. I have,over the years,gotten to know and to care deeply for people that have scars on their bodies, which can be seen and felt,just like my own scars but, the real… Read more
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Touch ….
“‘Touch’ is the single most expansive word in our lexicon. Its related definitions fill 23 columns in the Oxford English Dictionary, by far its largest entry.” “Touch is both a noun and a verb, and act and an event. And it is a sense, ‘the most general of body senses.’ Aristotle regarded touch as the… Read more
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No Need
There is no need. to keep beating around the bush making excuses and. all kinds of explanations there’s no need to look back when you’re not going that way there’s no need to hold your breath hold out hope hold the place there’s no need to sit and wait do without wish it could be… Read more
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She worn a red dress that she had bought herself with the boots that were bought by someone else that she had touched long ago She worn red lipstick left lip prints on wine glasses coffee cups and the cheeks of those she kissed She worn a red scarlet letter carved upon her heart unseen… Read more
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Torn,Tattered Hearts
The years haven’t erased the sharpness of the pain still brings tears to her eyes and try as she might there is a part of her that can’t forget the day the hearts were all torn and tattered shredded into pieces marked with words crossed out and underlined that left her scarred where no-one could… Read more
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Walking Papers
Now that I know I’m not wanted anymore it’s all I can do not to take everything down off the walls roll tissue paper around the things I’ve collected pack the boxes stack them one by one take all the paintings the pictures and the words stack them together tie the string on tight sit… Read more
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