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Mother Daughter
The Mother Daughter bondunlike any other one. A daughter must go forth pick and choose more carefully with that strong intuitiona mother leads by examplegenerations depend on her. Gender or otherwise,if it weren’t for our motherswe’d have less to celebrate so when a mother leaves usthe void is immeasurable. Some of us donate trees and…
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The Counting Starts
The voice in that hourit does not matterfirst times ebb and flow,just as the beach driesit is dust I swear. The nighttime stands thereof course I’m wide awakeon the edge of quiet dismaythere are certain thoughts,and it’s then,the counting starts.
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Let Me Tell You
The trusted source coderunning through numbersthe prized girl strutsconfidence pours with each new step. I’m more impressedshe’s able to walk acrossa floor with broken glass. That soft powerful demeanorthe curves and musclematch her brilliant mind. Perhaps she is the girl, she’s certainly different against an infectious laughI want to inject her serumdeep in the vein…
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The Connection
Heavy are the whisperssoftly spoken tothat half moonthat swears it wants togive us more lightso we can focus. The nighttime airis too coldto kiss out hereour lips burnlipgloss passed from one. It always feels goodto be outsideseeing whohas the strongest exhale,all this,without laughing. This connection,when we crossed pathswas a little unexpectedeyes glanced sidewaysI wanted to…
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New Poet
My alternative girl,a different class of girlyou’re not mine at allat least not any more. I know just where to stand.Loving on the outsidethe bottom quickly rises,there is this other thoughtsomeone who is on my mind. I can’t quite quiet her voiceshe’s too pretty to ignoresomething about the words I write about. This love languageis…
