Lift up my spirit from these heavy limbs, My soul . . . my all commit. Hear my words; not only my thoughts, But feel that I exist. Know that I am here. Empty, but for my love; Lonely, without you my love Embrace; warm and safe from trouble’s light,...

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Time does nothing to repair this heart. Not that I desire such. Suffering . . . This daily embrace Gladly . . . Instead to know your absence . tú. tu sonreír. N as us, mi aprendizaje queen.

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It was the Fourth of July in Fort Worth, Texas – and my brother Richard felt like playing a joke on our younger sister Ella. She played in the backyard while Richard carefully approached her from behind. His tiptoed steps were perfectly stealth as he...

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In this dream, I sit at the edge of my bed. It appears that I’m in a rest home and the room is crowded with occupied beds. The man lying in the bed beside me is fully dressed in coverall. Dark oily stains cover much of his sheets and I wonder if he...

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Mortal is the blade that cuts beneath my ribs It takes what I cannot hold Jagged across my bones, then twist I sadly weep, it’s cold. Limbs fold and surrender to the smell of dirt Dust to dust, and earth to earth I promise Defend thyself, or first the..

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