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Spring`s first breath
Spring`s first breath arrives early this year,drifts through open windows of desire. Warm air fuels our dreams of winter`s death. Song birds sing outside my window songs of spring birthing on the horizon. Tiny buds pushing through slowly thawing ground, like tiny rays of hope slipping through the cracks of a broken heart. Each new…
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Outside my window
woodpeckers & redbirds dance along the tree line. gray skies and misty air set the mood for this day of despair.Chilly silence echos through the woods, whispers of darkness drifts upon the wind, wondering when this pain will ever end. Emotionally numb nerves of fire rage through my veins body aches that never end.Empty pill…
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Wyzard's Wyld Euphorium 