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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

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

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



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Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

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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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HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

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THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

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He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

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

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)


within my frame
there is a tracing
of a pattern and
an outline
which was once
my old self

if I glance inward
and concentrate
I begin to recognize
old vestiges
of all the former versions of me

does anyone see All
when they look into my violet eyes
and then do they accept
my entirety
my panoramic view?

what do I do
when I meditate
on the whole

should I dissect out that
which I don't want others
to know?
do I patch up the ragged parts
fill in the lost days
to make of myself
a better whole?
the better show?

what is it
to be entire
and yet
know in my own tapestry
there are many frayed
and showing holes?

and why is it
that so many make it
their goal
to self-improvementize you

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