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how it isA Poem by emmajoytoday would have been our mother's 81st birthday... and.. today is a day for so many people to think a touch of more of emptiness Chris Rea, Seabi.. |
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Life delicateA Poem by emmajoy |
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In the friend zoneA Poem by emmajoy |
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Looking back at meA Poem by emmajoyWhen young, i thought i'd had a twin but lost him somwhere. Til early teens, when high temps hit, nightmared. Was sure He'd turn up, blame me for los.. |
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Found wanting..A Poem by emmajoy |
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in the lingering hour..A Poem by emmajoya mis of long ago scribbled thoughts, the hell of trying to write about a dark subject.. |
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Feathered flitting love..A Poem by emmajoywarm weather fun.. |
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As eyes bid welcome..A Poem by emmajoyin the silence of a window's view.. |
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Incense provided by desensitised minds..A Poem by emmajoy. nothing soft and pretty in this... fleeing thought, making for cover that appears not to exist.. perhaps.. |
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