I now know how your angercame from skeletonsthat rattled in your heartand you couldn't escape them.
Susie Clevenger
poetry anger truth memory haunted escape the-past
I didn't know the demonsthat walked across your memory. They came from the dustwhen you were at peacein your grave.
poetry truth discovery the-past
A dream doesn't die because it has no truth. It dies because you fail to nurture it.
truth nurture dream die
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