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Slowly, silently and steadily I walk.
No sound assaults my ears, no necessity to talk...
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Cancer becomes a cruel stalker of the night-
abducting our children and loved ones...
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Not teaching my kids
to mimic but nice to hear...
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Tearing up paper, playing with paint
that I must do when dealing with certain feelings...
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Homecoming isn’t
the same anymore...
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I thought I had cracked it.
however...
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Periwinkle skies, we've met again;
over my poetry-filled ancient garden...
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Here on the driest continent on earth
the smell of rain was named...
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The lonely heart is unseen,
a dancer alone...
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Alone;
Drowning in an ocean of a million people, I feel...
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When words like warm blood smoothly flow
Within the insides of poetic frame...
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Breathe in...
Feel the breeze on your cheek...