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I sat on the cracked wooden swing held by ropes that looked far past unsafe and old. The ocean seemingly closer in…
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Ah yes, the four-letter word That everyone uses, does anyone ever just stop and think for a second how it can…
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My thoughts take me back to the battles I fought My demons prevented me from walking my walk My brain stopped and…
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He said he was looking for his lover In the woods And in the poetry, he’d read after dark. I was…
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That tree is bones in catacombs is darkness in winter is the wet chill of falling into the lake is the…