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In the garage of dreams, where time stands still-the engines hum and time with Daddy a forgotten lullaby each one a whisper from the past, metal and chrome, a chorus of nostalgia. 1974 Nova, 305 a canvas of gold and chrome, a promise of open roads, the sun glinting off its hood, memories of… Read more
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In the brittle cold and loneliness of my room,I watch as night settles and the string lights are turned off as their brutal glare is too bright for the shadows hiding in the corners of my mind I’m a wordsmith therefore words never choke in my throat, yet today life seems lost like silence in… Read more
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I want to be known,not just seen, I desire to peel away the layers that guard my heart I want to be wanted,to gather love like fallen leaves, holding it in my hands or falling into it with a smile I stand,with arms crossed tight,deflecting warmth like a shield,fearing the truth of love from anyone… Read more
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My tears fall like a dropped coin,tinkling, and twirling to rest; a reminder of absence,the sounds of what was, and what will never be I sit with my grief, no longer my parents deaths, but new demons to face wrapped in heavy webbing Outside, friends lives continue, their new family arrivals or other joy and… Read more
The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 