http://slow.writerscafe.org/Graciecat96 The original writings of author Grace Catherine C. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054784 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The warm wind in the starry sky blows sweetly through your hair,and trapped inside your starry eye's beyong your thousand mile stareis something, something secret,something you dont dare to speak,I hang on every word you give awayAnd yearn for those you keep.I wonder if you see me, sitti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Graciecat96/1894234/ There&rsquo;s this girl I knowShe likes to stand by her windowYou can&rsquo;t see her, the curtain&rsquo;s drawnBut if you listen closely, you can hear herTurn the TV off and then back on.The neighbors don&rsquo;t know her nameBecause she screams it to them every dayBut that doesn&rsquo;t mean a thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Graciecat96/1862873/ I'm Back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Graciecat96/1511277/ How strange, to read these words from years agoto know that every single promise, woven within themhas been broken nowHow strange, to look back on who we were thento remember the way I laughed when I first read that letterand to be crying nowHow strange, to know that we were once so very closeto onc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Graciecat96/1440185/ I wrote a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Graciecat96/1427362/ This is a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Graciecat96/1391552/ poem, poem, poem, poem, poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Graciecat96/1303510/ This is a poem that's not about lovebecause love is a strange, abstract thing.Who needs it when you can have chocolateor a cator fried chicken and Audrey Hepburn movies on Friday nights?It's really more fun to go shopping on your own, isn't it?Because then you can take as much time as you likeSolitu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Graciecat96/1251242/ If I could send a message to my thirteen year old selfI'd tie it to the ugly duckling's foot and set it looseand in the past he'd drop it off on a dusty, cluttered shelfwhere it would mingle with the tales of Brothers Grimm and Mother GooseI would tell her that she's growing up, but she's still got .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Graciecat96/1234809/ &nbsp;That next day I found myself all alone. 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