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Sing
Forget I said anything Maybe pretend I can sing I need to tell a story And all its love and glory Could maybe be better than a bee sting
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Sins
Writing poetry for my sins Was like sitting on top of pins Everyone wanted me to stop But that would only happen when I did pop Or grew a pair of fins
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Spiritual Awakening
“You are in for a spiritual awakening. This night will be nothing like any night you have ever experienced.” As Fern’s voice radiated through my headphones, I closed my eyes. Maybe this time, everything would finally click. If it didn’t, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. My life was in shambles and…
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Martyr
She called herself a martyr But one that was a ferocious non-starter On the eve of her death She was determined to take one last deep breath Then ran to catch her charter
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Floating
I started floating the moment I saw the number on my caller ID. I knew my dreams were about to come true and everything I had worked so hard for was finally at the finish line. I wiped my clammy hands onto my blue jeans and reached for the phone and wondered again about what…
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Warmth
Silence compounding Bitter winter cold. Breathing Warmth into my home
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Purpose
Does it serve purpose? Does the sun shine down on you? Are the cosmos right?