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History to bring a class together.
A past to pull them apart...
If I were a great poet
And had been given a great gift...
When I was
Down, down, down...
A string of words?
Yes, and what I see...
This is me,
with my love and fear of the quiet...
Wade through the
shallows of my head...
You are the smoke
billowed in my lungs...
Cradled in heavy, grieving arms,
my head is wrapped in a fog of sorrow...
Three days ago in a fog filled yard there was a...
was a soupy kind of darkness that ebbed away at...
This chair is soft.
Squishy. My butt is so sunken into it that I don't...