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and next year's words await another voice
Closed doors. Fallen by the wayside, once, twice, too often. The unexpected suicide of someone close, yet not close enough. Chapters I closed,…
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Gordian knot
So much left unsaid That I still love you But saw no other way out No other way to keep the pain at bay To force the loss as a way to stand…
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all the freedom in one’s own possession
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not…
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