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We Met and both of us knew there was a connection perhaps it was in a past life.

The Sawdust Is Flying Sparks flicker In wet eyes Flashing shadows crawl In the hallway The sawdust is flying An oxygen tube Affixed to the nostril Corner of the lip smeared in saliva Persistent hiccup Permanent stupor My present is severed from my absent How should I tell what happened Ages ago, our path was the same In the bag, lunch prepared by mother Books and satchel Were the same In the chinks of rafters Sparrows dwelled with us Our chirps were shared The same clothes from the tailor The

A Book of short Free Flowing Poems. Written in order to question Love, Death, and Ourselves. Most poems on based on a different Emotion or Experience that everyone experiences.

You never know when I may strike again, destroying your walls and burning your confidence, little by little without remorse, without any warning.

An overheard conversation changes a woman's life.

Holly is an eighteen year old girl who grew up with her sister beth, the memory of her sister susan and an abusive father. This is her story told in poems as she goes to The Art institute of Chicago on a full schollarship.

let the world light in you bright future may come