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Breaking Choices

My heart it hurts as I weep.
The tears pool at my feet.
There in the stillness of water drips,
Bitterness longs to creep.

My soul curls alone in the dark. 64 more words

Gregga J. Johnn

The Sleeping Black Tree

The Sleeping Black Tree

By Gregga J. Johnn

Once upon a time in a forest clear and far away, there was a tree. If you had been walking through this forest you would know which tree I mean for he was not like the other trees of the forest. 1,832 more words

Gregga J. Johnn