He doesn’t come home anymore.
It’s three in the morning
and I feel like crying.
Copyright Suzanne Norton 2016
A community almanac from Pemberton, Lil'wat, Area C and N'Quatqua.
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Peux-tu rester immobile jusqu'à ce que l'action juste survienne d'elle-même?
The home of poetry
Motivate | Inspire | Uplift
Start over, just don't stop
mute visual mind, a head full of thoughts, struggling, to find the right words.
Dr. Andrea Dinardo, Ph.D., Psychology
You must do the things you think you cannot do. - Eleanor Roosevelt
Dispensing Compassion through Poetry
too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words...
I aim to bring delight to others by sharing my creative endeavours
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dream big.
kenya
much love to you…
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My written words blur the lines. Fact or fiction…one never knows for sure.
But thank you for your comment all the same. 🙂
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=) absolutely! i love your work. hope to read more, it can be a challenge, so much writing that i seem to be caught up in. feel free to post something to my comments/blog if you feel it would resonate strongly w/ me. have a great rest of your day!
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Thanks Tiffany! Will do.
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