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Echo
62 / M / American
Rust-colored sandRust color sand / Clings to the damp grass / Giving appearance of frost / Under the quiet furnace of
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Jun 1
Running away fromThe quiet child / of my worst nightmare / spills the blood red wine / and with stained fingers trace
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May 17
By the winds handSurface of the pond / ripples by the wind's hand / the heat clings to wet skin / as she slowly pushe
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May 14
Fair maidenFair maiden so brightly shines / Carefree, she sends her smile / with grace and delight / Fair maide
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May 11
an open seaThe sand of the sea / grey with stones and shells / scented with sea air / and birdsong / gull cries
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May 1
Root of my wordsFarming for words / break the soil loosen the earth / water the seeds / nurture the emotions behind
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Apr 3
beyond the great seaCrows call across the / sunbathed Ocean of grass / their calls bring back beauty / a pearl in the sa
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Mar 25
terrible sunshineTerrible sunshine beats on my door / It stirs the leaves / and washes away the day's toil / with its
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Mar 11
grey eyesOpen field / Green in its abundant sunshine / It absorbs the sound of / distance and chatter of a wo
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Feb 15
still in transitTransit eastbound / Noisy terminal / Filthy floor / Just past midnight / Feels 4am / Gasp in the exh
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Jan 14
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