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"Amma", her voice goes
as she strides barefoot...
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"Forgive me if I cling like
static, I've just been...
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Readings this at my dad's funeral :)
June 4th, 1991...
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Everything which we have ever created
gained meaning by us...
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A thought respires in my mind
when I am losing you...
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A mist hangs heavy over the mountains
shrouding trees with a shifting mist of white...
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Reveal to me your wounds so that
I can apply my lips like salve...
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Father,
Today I was emigrated to another...
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The last few years
seem so good...
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This poem goes out to Amanda Todd, a 15 year old...
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There is a place I know of
where winters come alive...
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Every word captivated your heart
Your insecurities banished...