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 Open this Pandora’s box;

I’m full of light and static

knowing what’s bene

If you need a helping hand I am here for you, for you are whom I enjoy.

Joy is what you bring me when I am with

Moments became years

And now I don’t know you

You don’t know me

We aren&

Call me at night when the moon is bright

And the lights are dark all around you

When s

Silence

Vast silence

Smashing my face with violence

Spread as far as the darkness that

From selfish needs a distraction hatches;

this childish crisis to catalyze my doubt.

Wrenching qu

The words get in the way,

So instead I just smile.

you remind me of myself whole

thoug

Call me at night when the moon is bright

And the lights are dark all around you

When s

One tiny tear on the heart-shaped face

Runs spiralling down and rests between the soft lips

The lip

Call me at night when the moon is bright

And the lights are dark all around you

When s

I studied your eyes

I’ve seen your eyes bulge,

Like a breast full of milk.

They

Your silence is a silver blade that cuts,

Into the deepest, painful thoughts of us.

Through screa

Open wide the window.  Unlock the wooden gates.

Listen for the secrets.  Speak truth when facing hat

A prized color, worth and value almost exceeds my own brother

and would you bother to see what I’ve expr

Why do people like babies so much? In a sense, innocence.

Why do people hate old people so much? In a sense, i

where Im from

Im from faded jeans and red caps

hoods and savage kicks

from banana seat

A canvas has

No smile in

Which the painter

Does not give.

For what is a

From Sorrow to Acceptance -By Frances Ayers

On sorrows’wings I journeyed to a land wher

Im here,

Your there,

But thing is,

Here and there are the same as everywhere.