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Miscellaneous
poems

She died here
Many years ago.
Her spirit still lingers!
Why is it here?...
There was a splendid garden once,
where all the ill thoughts would cease,...
It’s a time for truth, a time for healing
A time to sift through jumbled thoughts and emotions
A time to realize what was, is, and will be. ...
taking this blame
its my head case
that is held in shame
clenched fists and broken glass...
Broken and torn
confused and sore
bruised and broken
malice and scorn...
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