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The disappointment of it
settles into my bones
a familiar ache
which leaves my heart
barely beating
loath to continue it’s syncopated dance
to the melody of hope
which is now silenced
How quickly and cruelly
some things are taken from us
Knowledge forced
though not desired
I now see the illusionist’s trick
Self deception
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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Researching, investigating, and writing about the paranormal.
You either get it... or you don't.
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
"Eye Fly High"
A weekly series edited by Jena Schwartz
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Just my thoughts for all to behold
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A baking and dessert blog.
Writer, Tarot Reader, Designer
a little bit of this and a little bit of that
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The musings of a scorpion who would have been an eagle
I blog now. I know, I can't believe it either.
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Brilliant, as usual!
Thank you!