'I know the language of your laugh
Tripping over circumstance
I know the story of your walk
I taste the sugar and the salt
I taste and savor your little ways
The colors that you choose
To paint your day'
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- NEW DAYS AND SECOND CHANCES.
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- "I FEEL YOUR LOVE LIKE A MONKEY ON MY BACK"
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- IF ONLY I COULD NOT FEEL
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HELLO, HOW DO YOU DO?
My writing is painting with letters. It reflects the thoughts fluttering throughout my body. It is a mirror image of my frantic and hurried soul searches. It is what I feel today, what I want to feel tomorrow. It is my search for the truth, for true love, for the realities of life hidden in layers of lies. It is nothing but what I feel in the moment--the laughters, the joys, the cries, the fears and most of all, the moments of pure peace.
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