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Let them fall out of me, like rain, these words on a page, they are my blood four drops in a row you know they’ll have me running, forgetting, wondering, “What was,” and, “What is…”   Let the open door remind me, remind you that our hearts are not just our house; they are our home and theContinue reading “Home”

Riverside Park

Some days, my eyes drift down like leaves falling to the ground they do not fight the wind they say, “Thank you,” and move on.   Others, they cry– and don’t even know why– it doesn’t feel like rain it just feels like a mess I have made.   Listen as I run.   Footsteps left behindContinue reading “Riverside Park”

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