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What is a batter who cannot swing? What is a ball never thrown, never hit or swung at? What is a goalie without the puck, or players without ice beneath their skates? Without the posts, how does the placekicker find three points? Life is made of pieces, each one needed to make the whole. Like… Read more
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In the brightness of midnight,the floorboards creak as silently I hear deliberate whispers beneath my feet; a harbinger of something unseen Internal secrets,breath held tight,the air has a scent, seemingly metallic and bitter,and unspoken fears are gnawing like rats at the edges of the mind What lies in the empty room that people all avoid?… Read more
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you’ve never been thereyou’ve never held each memoryI wear my scars like scratches, scuffs, and swirling spoons striking my body ,faded edges, chipped rim you don’t see the way I gather pieces of myself from the floor, as a reminderof the ones who slipped through my hands like tiny grains of sand loneliness is a… Read more
The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 