poetry
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The dawn greeted our hermit Cool it was Wind swam through the thorny vines Dewey shrubs and tall tree shadow lines I dreamed of the absentee’s return The whisper of the path which led to me The window held my vision As my eyes drifted No explanations Sand crept into my shoes this morning On…
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A poem for those in codependency and PTSD recovery. 💜
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I was just on the phone with my grandmother. She told me that my mother wants to donate a thousand dollars to my album fundraiser. The only thing she wants in return is her own copy. That was the last thing I expected to be thinking about tonight. I told Maw Maw that I’d have…
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Dedication: The Preacher Keith who surprised me with a musical instrument today at the coffee shop. Tears were brought to my eyes when he brought it out. He said to me, “You will do with this guitar what I cannot and will not. I want you to have it. I love your music, it is…
anita lorraine moore 