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Fountain Of Confessions
Hi Everyone!! My 2nd book, Fountain Of Confessions, is going to be available through Amazon this week. I am so excited to share it with you. I am going through my emails for reviewers and getting in...
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Fountain Of Confessions On Amazon
Fountain Of Confessions Fountain Of Confessions is now available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle. I look forward to hearing any feedback on it. Thank you so much!
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I Met You Today
No pillow comes without residue. At our age, blessings come in small forms… hands cradled together, words buried in sweet breath, unconditional nights, uncontrolled….. Tell me about your exploration,...
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A Different Skin
Blue brick stone eyes, like four leaves, I am in luck. Liquid doesn’t drip from rock. Not all skin is the same. Some grow into cat-o-nine tail, but you… you douse poison like a God. I am witness,...
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Inside Of A Sleep
You have gone. There is no now, just used to; cement packed into Earth fragments. Ironic, it is, that solidity above the surface is made from what lies beneath. Think about – oh how you can’t! I miss...
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Blue Notes Ready
Blue notes ready get the fumes ready we’re going to spread this wild. City streets rain down pistol shots whiskey shots wake me up, I’m just a child. Sell me back to classical keys the ones that leave...
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Confession From Heaven
Confession from Heaven as you can see we have potential although hearts burst out in tears, locked behind bars, in chains, against a will of their own, we carry every blink used to wipe away the pain,...
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Little Boy
There is a leak in the Earth, quietly letting mercy slip out, unnoticed. Ashes sprout in Spring’s fresh mouth – her lungs blacken with ferocity, a dark mother clouds the sky of an innocent, a soft snow...
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It’s A White Night
It’s a white night in a white gown, lights are dancing in black windowsills. In an instant, I’m a crowd; an infant fevering for heavy music to sing. My prison is cumulonimbus. La la la la la. The opera...
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