warren-gossettWhisper

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popsicle wrapperplayground – / a popsicle wrapper / skips in the wind
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Sep 3, 2012
That Old familiarIn the night, in the darkness, / that old familiar steals around. / Emerging from corners of my room,
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Jan 20, 2012
Not the SumI suppose the secret to happiness / as we grow older is living to enjoy / each day, not the sum of all our days.
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Jan 11, 2012
Brittle LeavesIt's a difficult thing, admitting I've / grown old, no longer denying the truth / and feeling mortality's cold breath which
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Jan 9, 2012
Razorblade WordsYour words, like razorblades, / lacerate and penetrate / this grasping heart.
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Dec 21, 2011
Bayou NightThere is no night like a bayou night, / the air pregnant with expectancy and / mystery, mingling scents of wisteria,
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Dec 18, 2011
Winter haikua lone leaf / clings to the winter aspen – / my child's grasp
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Dec 13, 2011
Ode to Sylvia PlathSometimes it is, poor Sylvia, / that we cannot find the answers. They're / not to be found clinking about in the stars,
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Dec 8, 2011
LaughWe'd laugh at life / if it weren't so serious; / we'd laugh at death
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Dec 8, 2011
A DrinkA drink isn't hard to swallow, / but a divorce, a lost child, death, they are. / The wind comes up, blows away dreams,
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Dec 2, 2011
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