May 26th There is no sheet on my mattress; my room is too hot.I am tired, my eyes burn from exhaustion but I cannot sleep.A spoonful of peanut butter usually does the trick. I'm awake night after night.Or keeps me up longer wanting more. My room is too hot and the air is too dry.Thoughts dance around my... Continue Reading →
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Personally, I think seeing the way one writes is an intimate experience. Penmanship says a lot about a person and I'm hoping this written poem shares a little about myself with you. l/r
How poetic it is that the most beautiful of flowers grow in the ugliest of places. l/r
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