literature
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Where are the lines drawn?
It’s late and I sneer at myself for not waking up earlier this morning. When one thing happens, it’s easy to fall off track. For me, this was moving. As the mornings become a bit more calm and more things become unpacked, my life looks for some stability. Here, again,…
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I Love How Repelling My Words Are
It seems as if the deepness of my open wound heart that leaks tears of love and pain are all too much for the ears of someone who hasn’t learned to see. Oh, let me not confuse you as their eyes have been opened to some degree but maybe in…
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It’s Saturday! And I’m here with My Love
We’re sitting waiting for the train to arrive while the sun sets before us. Today, I recieved my first rejection. I submitted 3 poems to a digital magazine and though “I’m a wonderful writer“, they could not accept me for the position. I was actually excited. My first rejection. And…