The greenest green sprouts out of dirty brown soil thickwith stones. The roots of towering trees wrapthemselves around the edges of earth. Digging in the garden. Digging deep into the unknown. Ladybuglands nearby to take in the view. Spiderscreep along fence pathways commuting to webbed homes.Their little tiny legs brush along the wood unheard. Big …
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Month:June 1998
You
Written on Friday, May 20th, 1994 You with the sad eyes, I can relate. You with the overbearing father, I can relate. You with the questioning stare, am I really so strange just because I look different. We may be one in the same. You with the laughing face, am I really so amusing or …
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Again
Endless circles around which I twist my tongueand the world goes down again.The world spins around again.The day seems to blast out of a rocket shell into no man’s landand there I go standing in the middle again.The ties that bind and cut into my flesh tear into the heart of it all.And the world …
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