Bright

It’s bright. Nothing new. It always was. And always will be. The day. With kids. With life. With love. This…

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Emptiness

It’s dark. Pitch black. Nothing. But Emptiness. Not even. The Cricket. That filled the air. Last night. Nothing. Just me.…

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Dry Roses

She sits beside a wallleaningthe wall blank and emptyshe wonders how to be perfecta rose on the other end of…

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