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THE ABSENCE OF LIGHT The walls grow white with moss, As the cold wind blows in, The lights flicker and crackle, And your ghost floats in.
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The Dying Child By John Clare He could not die when trees were green, For he loved the time too well. His little hands, when flowers were seen,
EGO DESIRES When i thought of the desires of ego, you warned me to let it go. but the insecurities never ending,
Candlelight by Tony Hoagland | Sunday, August 06, 2017 | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor Crossing the porch in the hazy dusk
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