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Sleep eluded me last night its tender hands withdrew as if afraid to touch the tremor in my soul. The ceiling became a vast confessional, ec...
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I didn't love you will be a big hoopla All fancy was to glide with you Because you were my only Cinderella If only you can bu... -
We stand at the lip of midnight breath held like a benediction, the old year folding itself into a pocket of memory. Goodness and grief hav...
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