Why can’t you be like her?
Why can’t you look at me
Like she looks at him,
Like he’s a god and
Her his most ardent worshiper?
Of all the hurtful things he’s ever said, These words cut the deepest.
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Fine Art Photography
It's a long way to the store
Notes on a napkin
Just another Allberry site and opinions
To travel is to take a journey into yourself...
and peculiar ponderings...
Navigating the second half of my life
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
A Dialogue between Poets
... meaningless (but insightful!) observations from a half-deaf introvert navigating cancer and the noise all you other people make
all work by daniel paul marshall
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!
Writer. I drink the coffee then I make the stuff up.
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