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Pitter Patter

Let your babies be little, cherish there messes you only have...

Pitter Patter

Pitter Patter is the sound I love to hear, tiny hands and tiny feet just being your mommy makes me complete...

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A DAY WILL COME

WHEN WE WILL ALL HAVE TO GIVE ACCOUNT,
BEFORE GOD, NOT THAT THAT'S BAD BUT THAT,
IS GOOD,...

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OUT ON A LIMB

OUT ON A LIMB

DID YOU EVER GET OUT ON A LIMB BEFORE, I HAVE,
IT IS NO FUN, OUT ON A LIMB, OR MAYBE YOU HAVE HEARD...

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HOME SWEET HOME

HOME SWEET HOME

MEANS A LOT OF THINGS TO A LOT
OF PEOPLE, BUT THOSE WHO
PUT GOD FIRST HAVE A HOME SWEET HOME...

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TRUTH BE TOLD

TRUTH BE TOLD

HOW LONG WILL YOU KEEP DECEIVING YOURSELF,
PAINTING A FALSE NARRATIVE
OF SOMEONE ELSE,...

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Inundated

Inundated


Inundated.
Unlike
never before.
Cyclonic
mix.
Addled
...

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Sickly

I sometimes imagine my whole world turning inside out so that I would be free to shine.
A death I...

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to clean the windows

to clean the windows

to clean the windows

it’s early
striking and so bright
the morning begins
in a...

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Body Cage

BODY CAGE

I don’t have to show everything
I am modest, I am humble
There is value on...

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a founding grace

from heaven to grace
from heaven to speaking grace
speak is speaking grace
speak is...

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The Wasted Night

Another night of wasted time,
coming to a wimpered close.
When in my staggered saunter, I...

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Akin twin invisible...

Akin twin invisible presence coaxing...paranormal

Action across ouija board
herald Faustian bargain
as fingers of left hand appear to move...

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A Maiden’s Song

I stepped into his forest,
A maiden in search of being loved

I called in song, I danced in...

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Who Said I Can’t Learn New...

Who Said I Can’t Learn New Tricks

I am there for you every morning every night
Wagging my tail just to show off
Barking just so...

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Whose Reality

Whose Reality

Reality.
Whose
reality?
Perspective,
observation.
Creation
...

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Savior

Savior

It is said
Hope is the substance for all being blinded by faith
Granting mercy to those...

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A Trip Down The Street

A Trip Down The Street

I want to find happiness, but how is that possible, it's all mythological, but to just keep going on, it's...