A necklace
A piano
A light
A shadow
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I see them wherever I go
I cannot side-step this land-mine at all
How do I forget?
How can I delete these
Pale, frail memories?
04/04/2015
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and at dusk I break my past down piece by piece
A writer's adventures in the real world
"I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still."- Sylvia Plath
like thalassic velvet
a mixed feeling of happiness while being sad
writing isn't what I do; it's who I am.
