my beds crumpled sheets
telling the morning stories
of my resting heart
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- opening my doori still feel his presence heresoft ...
- grieving for my thoughtsbusyness has cast asidei r...
- visitor arrivesthe sight is so upliftingmy full si...
- the clouds stacking uphumidity on the riselet fort...
- stacking up the cloudshigher & higher they gorumbl...
- stacking up the cloudsround shapes of mighty power...
- bathing after workslouching off the politicsworrie...
- my morning showersoftening my entrance to daydream...
- japanesse touristsevery scene includes a faceeven ...
- poetry on holdthe mind seems to be closed downan o...
- generation xstruggle to understand meim talking to...
- sons face of despairthe angst of teenagers lifehel...
- my beds crumpled sheetstelling the morning stories...
- from the words insidemy short homily is bornefor m...
- prostrate surgerybetween my legs he saidi felt two...
- tennis balls in socksfinally she understandshow th...
- disrespectful lipsframing that insolent mouthof th...
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- haughty expressionof freckled finger tipped babema...
- stomach churning roundtime to just let go againtru...
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