dear mother
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She’s a witch, my mother
Or how could she be so strong?

They were right, her foes
My mother’s a witch
That’s why she don’t sleep at night

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Dreams
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by Teehem Dreams are my affliction; they disease me Dreams drown me, fill me with sweetness Then disown me Rheumy dreams, lucid…pap solid I stir through Storied dreams…folktale’s pleasure Agony…More

Kissing by the sea
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In your arms I lie, the world washes on by. No shadows in your beauty, for your smile lightens up the darkness. In the sweetness of your warmth, I…More

Kiss
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First kisses could be sloppy Wet and harried like new born puppies Bittersweet, yet lovely Once tasted, forever remembered Lives not more than fleeting seconds A meeting of…More

Gathering Cloud
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Araba, What are you still doing out there, unmoved? Are your ears so muffled that you cannot hear the river roar? It is approaching… Won’t your sense dialogue with…More

newborn-existence
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Life is beautiful its intricacies intriguing one moment am a child The next an adult Just YESTERDAY, I gave my mum a first kick, then a first cry I…More

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