Thank you to everyone who has favorited and commented on Recalling. I appreciate that you've taken time to look at my writing.
One last time:
Thank you and HOLY CRAP!!


Rain SongThe rain knocks at my door at the most ungodly hours of the morning.Rain Song
You would think it thinks that's it's welcome, like an old friend or something, and the knock's just a formality like making your bed right before you go to sleep or writing things by hand or religion.
No no no, that isn't the case. It's not welcome and it never has been. We're hardly acquainted, and he insists like some bossa nova just prancing around to get my number at a bar. Well, guess what, rain. I hardly go to bars anymore. I hardly open my door anymore.
I prefer it to be a divider instead of a passageway. There's inside and the


Censorship -working title-The world is filled with black bars that cover up unpleasant things My ears are stopped by cotton balls I cannot read a concrete word Everything is wet and it fills up spaces in my head like Jello is a shaping-shifting mold. (refrigerate before eating)Censorship -working title-
I want to hear what they say when I can't see them When static and white noise consume the hurts When solid things are passed between
heads
instead of drying paint setting off a tongue into my ear to turn all blue and fluid.
So I might at least se

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."-Oscar Wilde
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Far off in this endlessly continuing white earth...
My voice that's crying out can no longer reach anyone
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."-Oscar Wilde
Thank you SO very much!
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You're no scarlet prim proper rose
Sing me your pretty prose
Lips pressed nose to nose
Legs entwined with twenty toes.
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Far off in this endlessly continuing white earth...
My voice that's crying out can no longer reach anyone
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Far off in this endlessly continuing white earth...
My voice that's crying out can no longer reach anyone
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Pssssh.
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Far off in this endlessly continuing white earth...
My voice that's crying out can no longer reach anyone
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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination."-Oscar Wilde
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