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the feeling lingers on

By: littlepeace April 9, 2019April 10, 2019
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i had the dream again last night
the one where you come sit beside me
and we are silent together, never speaking

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About Amelia


I'm an editrix, a writer, a poet, a photographer, and a wielder of butter. I love Jesus because He loved me first.

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I am not a squirrel I am not a squirrel I am A SQUIRREL
All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. -GM Hopkins
Where acorns rain like hail when lusty blows the wind — the ever-winding trail calls from home (and back again) (I’m no Bilbo when it comes to songs for the road)
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