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Peaceful, I protest against this morning, grey and wet and dull, not fit for larks I demand a change no, I command the sun to shine rise and get you out of bed and give us something else instead I like this not any decent summer day should start off fine and then continue hot
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Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 6:20 PM UTC
Unseasonal
It's never quite alone. As loose as Colo in Washington Zoo. Upfront and deceitful in all its trials. Like suffocating on air on a Saturday night. Loud but quiet. Hidden but seen. As soft as an egg freshly boiled. Like Tara to Sally, quite but not so. But side to side it’s like my thumb to yours. Like Titus to George. Like twins for sure. All inclusive but with one rule: DON’T GET BETTER. -SleeplessJ
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Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 12:15 PM UTC
MENTAL ILLNESS.
Early morning rain washes any weekend traces from coffee scented Monday faces
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Feb 20, 2023
Feb 20, 2023 at 6:22 AM UTC
Morning Face
I thought I knew pain, I thought knew heartbreak just the same. Until I saw the knees of a mother buckle at her child's funeral. She couldn't speak. She couldn't even scream. - e. m i s h e l e
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
A Mother's Love