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Just a scratch in a sketch,
A drop in the sea,
A grain of sand on a beach,
A leaf on a tree,
A hair on a head,
A blade of grass in a yard,
A lesson learned in life,
A step walked so far.

A piece of a puzzle,
For no one to solve.
A moment before,
When a step was a crawl.

A word in a chant,
A tear that you cry,
A stone among thousands
That mark who has died,
A drop of rain in a storm,
A voice in a hurricane,
A single beat of a heart,
One nerve in your pain.

That's all I am.
 Feb 2013 Taylor Tea
Ana
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 Feb 2013 Taylor Tea
Ana
…to be the spaces
between your ribs,
gaps along frets
laced against the neck
of your guitar strings
mending cracks on
sidewalks with moonlight
 Jan 2013 Taylor Tea
Derek Miller
Take this useless tongue of mine
I am merely a passive observer in this game we call Life
              All ideal;
                            No action
Egress my soul through the impenetrable  fortress
               splitting a difference between the realities
                    of Hip and Loneliness. I find my spirit
                              obscured within the latter realm.

                                    Take this loveless heart of mine
I am merely a conquistador's familiarity with failure
            it beats in rhythms;
                               consider it a charity
Descending from the heavens of my imagination, a
              radiant lioness swifts into my being and lifts
                     above...above into El Paraiso Del Deseo
                                   It's time to unfurl these eyelids


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