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    • Reach out

      There are things I wanted to show
      There are things I could not let go
      When my light is finally out
      I’m in the shadow

      Reach out , reach out
      You’re in my heart
      Reach out
      Whenever you feel you’re falling apart
      Reach out
      I will always be there for you….

      I’m here for you
      You’re never alone, its true
      Wherever I am is a hom…Read More

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      • I really like, it sounds like a song. To not give up or reminding someone that they aren’t alone but you are there. Nice write keep it up.

    • Absorbing the Cost…

      when the choice is required
      and compromise is not an option
      do you choose to soothe your own pain?
      or that of others?

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    • WAITING

      Waiting ….

      I wait …
      I stay …
      In place …

      I’m waiting…
      I’m praying …
      In my space….

      Waiting …

      The long days ..
      My same road ways
      Time.. slow pace …

      Waiting….

      Hoping for a change
      For a hand in marriage
      That man that’s only a mirage

      Waiting…

      For a love
      For destiny I still think…Read More

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    • Hiya, I’m away running a forum on marketing for the English writer’s circle where I’m Treasurer, w-y-b?! So, have a lovely weekend and beware, if there’s… A Man, in The Room

      There was a Man, in The Room,
      I could have sworn It,
      A Man, in the Room,
      I might have borne It,
      Or was It just a Boy,
      Some worn, discarded Toy,
      A shattered,…Read More

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    • The Blue Girl *

      As sole survivor in this zone, I walk up to the tanks alone,
      To estimate the bodies lost, extrapolate the human cost,
      Of nuclear warfare on the few, who live here in the fluid blue.
      The sludge inside the first urn stinks, of rotting flesh, violets and pinks,
      I wonder if, suspended here, this poor boy used to dream or…Read More

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