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wordsandcoffeewriting.com
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| | | | | This bench holds yesterday's stories, and tomorrow's unspoken truths.I guard it like a sentry, the protector of the youth. I've watched this waterfall splashand splatter every single day; I've winked at illegal skateboarders,smiled at children who skip and play. I cast freckled shadows across the groundand let myself dance within the breeze,when I finally land... | |
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brazannemuse.com
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| | | | | The only window in the long white corridor was round. It was set high in a door. I sat quietly, obediently, behind it on one of three hard chairs. I stared up at the far away pane. There was nothing to see. I didn't like the smell. It was an empty place. I was kept... | |
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teandpaper.ca
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| | | | | Bonded together through the rootsOutwards distinct reflections No men power can untie themDevoted bonds are forever W3 - Bond - Acrostic poem | |
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sweeterthannothing.wordpress.com
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| | | In shades of blue, I shiver Cold without your touch * In shades of black, I wither Dead without your love * In shades of grey, I forgive you For leaving me all alone * You watch in shades of silver Another ghost to cross the bridge ***** Written for and inspired by Moonwashed's Weekly... | ||
