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The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

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The Way Of The Crow

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The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

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A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

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A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

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Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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The Inner String


some days I feel
I'm all wrong
my past
my decisions
my perspectives
my slant
my thinking

these are the days
when the pain grips
with jaws of steel
I'm an animal
caught in my traps

obliteration
of the sun
of the promise
of the progress
that yesterday
was in front of me
within my grasp

feelings change
they pass
dust blown about in the wind
that sometimes settles in
bot often moves on to a new destination

I pull the inner string
which ties to my breath
and anchors me
I am not the pain
I have to fight this
lift the steel jaws
begin again
and again.


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time/date stamped 7/20/2019 1:34PM PST and also for this
writer/poet/author Melissa A Howells
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