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Songs/partial songs/poems/“doodle thoughts”
Essentially, my version of a journal
P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">SPAN style="COLOR: black">U>FONT face=Tahoma>No One and NothingBR>/FONT>/U>/SPAN>SPAN style="COLOR: black">FONT face=Tahoma>I stay up late – writing to no one about nothing. I lay awake – thinking about no one and nothing. The dark represents no one and nothing. I embrace it. The silence sounds like no one and nothing. I love it. Here I am. Here I am. Nowhere. Here- where no one and nothing exists. Here- where I am, but where I’m not- ‘cause no one’s here, and nothing’s here. And if I’m here – where no one and nothing exists – then I must | |  | | The Pebbles On the Path I Walk
Shakespearean sonnets
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font face="Arial" size="2">Fears Above br />
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Oh, how your eyes do haunt and torment me. br />
Oh, how your voice stings, call and lures me in. br />
I can’t stand living without you with me. br />
And now I fight a war, a storm within. br />
We’ve never even met; yet I feel I know you. br />
I see your face, and it captures my breath. br />
But I will never have you, no matter what I do. br />
I feel so helpless; yes, love is my death. br />
And separated by twenty-four years, br />
Yet is it enough to separate our lov |
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