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I am not ashamed
of appreciating...
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Grace knows
Grace knows...
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I've secluded myself.
Bedridden for almost two years...
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Hidden messages adorn a sunrise
where my eyes engage in simple conversation...
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A Poem About Anxiety
I do what I think is right...
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There is no sun beyond the fog,
no beacon in the deadened smog...
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MUSTANG
A new day is born over the vast western plains...
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It's the simplest activities in life,
That are somehow becoming much more complicated...
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Trying to make sense of the hurt
and stinging sadness...
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Visiting the home of my childhood,
standing on a tiny patch of grass...
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THE COLORS OF LOVE (haiku)
bashful blue, eyes green...
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Itchy, itchy, little witch
Have you thrown a potion on my skin...