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Hello, excuse me... The crackling voice on the phone held the same Bitter, affluent tone that always preceded the Transaction.
My life is meaningless Without a child I refuse to feed myself myths, like: I am self-sufficient. I am an artist. My family is still a family without a child in it. There is no infant-sized hole in my life.
Why are you like this? I’m angry at you for this, but also myself. . I want to tell you, but if I do, I hurt you. I don’t want you hurt.
The phone rings I see it Its eyes fixate on mine The only perceivable thing Peering out from its silhouette void The phone trills sharply
Red Redux in E Minor
I am the red Did you understand that The Adam-red wind carries the deer’s stumble into a soaring flight The red you spat out shifts and crumbles into the frantic, frozen air
i give and give and give some more you take and take and t a k e but you're just the first in line and i'm so
Top story Oh what a glory To wake up and see You’ve beat an untold number of contenders today Oh hooray What a wonderful day
Harken to my entreaty, goddess fair Deathless, wise, all-conquering Athena Life without your blessing, I cannot bear
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I am in a state of torment. And the torturer is me. Every time I sit and lament, About the things that could be.
"The Inestimable Essence: Value of Life"
In the tremendous embroidery of presence, observe, A story of worth, a story untold. The worth of a human existence, significant,
Whispers of the Unknown
In the heart of darkness, secrets lie, Beyond the stars, where dreams defy. Whispers of ancient tales unfold, In shadows deep, where legends hold.
Eighteen million, nine-twenty thousand, six hundred minutes We've been together for that long, my dear Eighteen million, nine-twenty thousand, six hundred minutes
I, Hiding behind, Secretly gazing at your back, Afraid to step forward, Fearful of getting too close, To let you hear the racing heartbeat,
Challenges are good Even though they affect your mood Stay focused on your passion If you think that's a good decision
“I know we don’t talk much or communicate, so I figured I would write you this letter. I doubt you’ll ever read this but if you ever do, I want you to know that I love you. I know I don’t say it as often as I would like to, but that’s because I got use to the norm of us not communicating on that level, but never forget that it’s there because I won’t.. I must admit, I am a little choked up while writing this & as a man of a thousand words, I find it nerve wrecking to express myself to you.. But as I write this, all the memories flood my mind & play in my mind & I can’t help but to feel … loved.. I have so much that I always wanted to tell you.. but this letter just won’t suffice, which is why I wrote you this book.. I pray it makes its way to you as I am also sharing it with the world.. I Love You Mom…”
Begin by walking, then run like a stag Tread water, then surge through the stream: salmon Flap, then find the wings of dragons a drag
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