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  Mar 2018 Jamie
Danielle
The first footsteps were quiet, love
Like the whispered touch of snow upon the ground.
The day was gray, but the colors true.
It’s a shame that the violets never bloomed.
When you know something is wrong, but don't know exactly what.
  Mar 2018 Jamie
Micrography-Mike D
I do not seek out a brighter day
A wish of happiness, no more
Vaulted hope; Cracked safe opened and released
Laughter and cheer walked out the door


Position every window blind shut
Draw the shades so none shall see
Must keep sunshine’s heavenly rays locked out
And preserve this perfect misery
Written: March 16, 2018

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  Mar 2018 Jamie
John Ashton Upston
I find it interesting that
We place ourselves
In the sight of others.
How do you read that?
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