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PinocchioHis words were delicately dipped in rationality. / Each lie was well thought out, / perfectly imitating the definition of truth.
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EncouragementThey told him to be a carpenter. / His stupid black fingers could never form equations of substantial value; / they were simply meant to grow callused and rough,
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Mommy's Little GirlLittle girl, age of three, / fell off her bike and scraped her knee. / Mommy came into the scene,
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StrengthStrength is not the resistance of falling / nor the man who moves mountains by force. / It is not determined by weights lifted during training
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Making Love to Each Sheet of PaperYour words are soft and steady in my hand / running away through the dark ink in my pen / getting carried away
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My Great DepressionI hear their voices in my head, / remarks that stab my lungs / stealing my breath with their selfish fingers.
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Spring, Butterflies and OxygenWindow latches unhook to reveal the awakening sun. / Fresh air enters nostrils, / so calming,
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Biggest Farmer's Market CrashRaindrops shattered as they broke their fall on sturdy branches, / which birthed little, leafy sprouts / and nurtured them to grow into brilliant fruits of the spirit,
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Mama Always SaidMy daddy left us in a hurry / couldn’t wait to dance with angels. / Mama always used to say,
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Snowy DaysSnowflakes whisper in my ears. / Snowflakes tickle my nose. / Innocent, crystallized, playful tears
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