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Used up~ drained of all emotion. Lying on the floor, ugly and forgotten~ like the dead brown leaves covering the lawn.   Used up~ nothing left, but a dry husk~ poke your finger in my chest  and all you will find, is dust. © annettealaine-2013
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In the dusky light, I found you.   Sitting in the dark, listening to the beat of your heart,  you found me.   Your tenderness, breaks down my defenses~   Your love brings me  to my knees.   Tears release me, grace redeems me. I am yours. © annettealaine-2013
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My head pounds with confusion, I'm trying so hard to hold on. My hands are clenched into fists, knuckles white, jaw tight.   But why am I trying so hard to hold onto impermanent things? Why do I worry about what has passed, when I have you standing next to me? © annettealaine-2013
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Drip,       Drip,            Drip, The rain trickles down the back of my neck as I leave the cafe  where you sit~   alone and stunned by my sudden departure.   I leave you nothing~ but the lipstick stain on my coffee cup. © annettealaine-...
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I wish I knew  which dreams were real, and where my truth resides. I hunger for a quieter life, somewhere safe to take my troubled mind. © annettealaine-2013
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The yoke is heavy, I'm bowed and bent from the strain.   Pain shoots like hot knives through my shoulders, as I raise my head to gaze into the hazy distance.   How much farther must I travel, before I set this burden down?   I cannot rest, nor tarry, but continue on~  head...
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I stand in the surf, on the shelf of the beach~ walking towards shore, a rogue wave tumbles me,  tossing me around like seaweed~ until I stumble to my feet, now further from my destination.   Each time I stand I am knocked to my knees~ Is the tide pulling me out,  or am I resisting...
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  Sitting on the grass  my face turned towards the sun~  letting the warm rays sink in, like a rich, heavy cream on my skin. © annettealaine-2013  
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Dusky skin, rosy cheeks, a little rosebud mouth.   Ten tiny fingers with seashell nails open and close like tiny starfish.   Jet black swirls of hair curl around her tiny skull~ Baby mine. © annettealaine-2013
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Honey~ sunshine in a jar~ warm and thick  like a summer's day. © annettealaine-2013
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She is bundled up against fierce winter winds. Her hat sits at a jaunty angle on her brow, and the pom-pom on top shakes as she walks.   She pulls a suitcase behind her like a reluctant child balking at every bump and crack. as she mumbles to herself, looking up at the sky to praise God, or...
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Spring arrived, but she did not stay~ her path strewn with bright, green leaves moving gently in her warm breeze.   Spring arrived, but she did not stay~ a trail of pink and white blossoms fell from her fingertips, on the dogwood trees, creating a carpet of beauty where the azaleas...
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"Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never harm me."~ childhood rhyme   A stick can poke and a stone can bruise, but each will heal eventually.   But hurtful words, are third-degree burns, that sear through layers of delicate tissue.   Those painful words, leave...
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I smelled the briny, freshness of the river, as I walked across the lawn and stood on the hill shielding my eyes from the bright light as it reflected off of the water.   Whitecaps~ foamy and abundant created by the same breeze that blew my hair across my lips and sent a sail board skimming...
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My emotions tumble around, spinning around, twisting and turning like clothes in the dryer.   My search for what was lost, like the missing sock separated from its mate. © annettealaine-2013 .
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