Poems from MissFBS

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I began writing when I had an opportunity to reside in solitude, giving me time to try and come to terms with my being.
The little things, the little things.  Oh how I love the little things,  One applaud,   Sweeter than an audience of cheers.  A dollar bill...
Twenty-second hour,  Sonance of wakeful woodland from far east.  Concrete, feeling rugged, yet plush under my toes.  It feels as though all...
He has the temper of a bull,  But he's a good man.  With tattoos that seem offensive or cruel,  But he's a good man.  And yes, he's quite...
She is within an ever-lasting atmosphere,  She is beneath the never lasting core,  She prays, searches, hopes and fights,  To find this...
Two tickets, for a train to down under.  Take me with you, for my birth was a blunder.  Walking as blind energy, from day to day.  Giving...

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