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   My memory is marked by a beating of the heart One beat stay alive, yet one beat to shut it down When I think back, every memory is in blue
Liar I have one for him and for her I have one for them and for us I have one for you and for me   The lies they come The lies they go From here and there They appear  
It reassures me Yet it used to Annoy me so much Thinking about My choices being made Without me as a thought But for some reason It now becomes a medicine I plead for it
There was once I felt lonely, and at times I felt hopeless. It's in those times I wondered where you were or where you went. Those are the times I needed you most, why weren't you there?
written January 2008  
I love the clarity of winter
  You & Me   Looking in the mirror, I see you, the me that use to be The memories of not wanting to be you
The “big kids” walk into the room I am a small nervous second grader and my new reading buddy is from a fifth grade class I am a pea and they are all bean stocks
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