The day I relinquish the land
I've called home, and the day after that...
I drag my adorable flip flops and half a dozen...
along the corridor as my self-esteem expands...
Will you blow her candle
when time comes...
If you haven't found anything you are willing to...
- Martin Luther King, Jr...
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reflective sclera expose stories...
A wild solitude opens the door
and sits on my sofa, inviting...
A rose grows before
an Aztec calendar...
Laugh now, cry later
and smile always...
When I talk with my father
about guys and their sweet...
Thoughts explore menacing memories
buried deep beneath the surface...
I didn't see one
dandelion today...
Sleep? Nah, that's not for me,
I'd much rather just lie there, restlessly...