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Love is like a rose It plants a seed when the rose dies The seed will give new life a and love And grow dig a better And the prosses goes on.....
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
Love
Off the coast of the Bronx at the western end of Long Island before ships landed: the home of the Siwanoy tribe once the training ground of the 31st U.S Colored Infantry Regiment according to records, a prisoner of war camp in 1864 later referred to as  "Potter's Field" or "City Cemetery" then a quarantine station for yellow fever patients as well as a women's psychiatric hospital & a tubercularium on the west side of the islands between an empty 4-acre space lived Solomon Riley's vision of black coney island during Jim Crow   after the stay and departure of Pheonix house Hart Island now is the final resting ground for New York City's covid-19 victims whose family could not or did not hire a private funeral director and so they were labeled "unclaimed"
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 10:52 PM UTC
Unclaimed (Hart Island)
You poked my heart just enough to realize that this is MY heart to break! and I choose to cover it up with HARDENED STEEL! REINFORCED CONCRETE! DIAMOND PLATE ARMOR! all wrapped up in a KEVLAR VEST! with a itty bitty, teeny tiny, microscopic, bullet-proof window just big enough for a single beam of light to enter and reflect back to your eyes for you to see the beauty within
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
Letoh Kaerbtraeh A Ni Evil I
Your heat and mine, in the spaces between our palms and fingers, in the closeness of our tangled legs on the cold floor, in the wholeness I feel after a long embrace, in the light striking your brown eyes, in the contact of your hand to my face, your thumb stroking my cheek, and the world melts around us, beyond the point of your heat and mine.
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May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 10:53 AM UTC
You're Warm