I watched a documentary reconstructing the facts given by key witness and family member Linda and found it so blood curdling.
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Continue ReadingThis is a poem about someone who I was so mean to. I had no way to apologize and just kept being mean.
Continue ReadingWe age in due course, and if can make it through the years, like an oak tree, rising high and spreading, its branches gnarled and twisted, we may yet remain useful, not only to others, but also ourselves.
Continue ReadingOne of the first poems I ever wrote… the most appropriate name for that time in my life would probably be my blue period.
Continue ReadingLines: 28. Theme: Song.
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Continue ReadingDark writing, describing the human desire.
Continue ReadingI am guilty for every single lie.
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