Blank screen
Brown paper
Second-hand guilt
Wasted time
Betrayed faith
New clothes
Coveralls
Clean hair
Cold skin
Sadness at
Sadness lack
Reconstruct
From the start
Defeat
All bets are off.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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