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lunas-online.com | ||
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awriterintheroom.wordpress.com
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| | | | | It was autumn I remember in the dead leaves I dropped the key tragedy I did not forsee | |
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michnavs.wordpress.com
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| | | | | Coping abuse comesin many formsso as coping. one could smileand just moveforward. one could prayharder -with the hopeof making themstronger. one coulddo therapyhoping the doctorswould find a cureand make themforget. one couldcould withrawfrom the worldhopes to wakeup, happy and sane. but what ifnone of it works?where do yougo from there? will the painever go away?... | |
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paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com
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| | | | | Calm waters, idyllic surroundingsa perfect setting for an ideal lifewho knowswhat goes on within the genteel facade A window to nature and beyondfrom the darkness withina ray of hope or a fanciful dreamthat may or may not ever come true. Written for Sadje's wdys and Eugi's moonwashed weekly prompt. | |
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madhatterpoetry.com
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| | | "Bathers" by Picasso, 1918 *** Three sunbathing sisters from Spain grew tired of rain on the plain; trio traveled to beach but feared dark hair would bleach so learned yoga to ease mental pain. *** Linking to dVerse poets where Melissa invites us to write poetic response to Picasso... | ||
