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Waning Moon, Fleeing Soul
The moon is waning,
slipping away into the night,much like my mind.
As I run over boulders and logs and grass and hills and trees and rivers and —
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Extemporize
Extemporize:
To improvise or make up on the spot.I often find that I am an avid extemporizer,
Stuck in joking conversation:
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Summer stars
may,
nearly beginning of summerto celebrate, I wear fishnet tights with stars and moons,
a NASA t-shirt,
and a moon necklacenew season of summer, fast approaching
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listening to the sweet call of a flute
Music is so ancient.
It's so odd to think that
The sweet lilting of the flute,
Played through my speakers, read from a CD-
Could be so close to the sound of reed pipes!-
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Memories and the Fall From Grace
Landslide
A song, by Fleetwood Mac.
Sung by Stevie Nicks.The kind of song that evokes such nostalgia in me,
A kind of gentle pain for the memories of the past,
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Travel
I long to travel:
Wanderlust tugs at my soul.Maine screams my name,
The ocean calls for its siren far away.Salem calls me,
Whispering tales of young girls lost to time.
Loves
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Gracefully, like a dove in the sky
I am less than a year away from 18
Those two numbers loom large in the back of my mind
All my life I have wanted to go back in time
Younger
When I was carefree and could play with dolls all-day
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Hometowns
The sounds of the rickety Volvo clanked along through the snowstorm–the dim headlights peered past the first house of the town, lighting a sign that read “Welcome to” with the town name shrouded in a thick coating of t
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And So I Refrain
she talks to me about the paper snowflakes she plans to make this weekend, and so i refrain from telling her that my bedroom has been decorated since the day after thanksgiving.
