Author: Patricia Harris
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Shadow of A Doubt
Choices haunt me Offering no reprieve, No clear right and wrong Simply this or that Eating at the mind. Questioning the how and why Using guilt and even then, Even if, ... -
when the words are gone
When the words are gone, The poet cries out the wrong. Ink running from the eyes, Spilling out both truth and lies. The ... -
The Puppeteer’s Strings
Your tears are blades cutting into my heart, making it harder for me to try to bend. Making the compromise always my choice to ... -
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Anxiety Machine
Opening the computer,just for some fun.Staring at the screen,all the plans are undone. The niggling feelingat the back of my head,that I have work ... -
We Wear the Masks
We wear the mask to protect you see, to pretend that we are not what others believe. We wear the mask to hide ... -
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