Every Word (poetry) by ALittleHawk

Our voices echo
Silence

The river is ceaseless	August 25, 2010	emotional lust	in love with being in love
WordCount	It's only love: at the end of the day, there are still thunderstorms and sunsets	little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today	Why do we always whisper in the dark?
I Said Coffee	Time is a river	La Jolla, California	Wild Dark Love Song
It's hard to swallow with a lump in your throat	In These Rooms	The First Date	Her heart is in little tiny pieces that are going to blow away.
We are a people in whose bodies old sea-seeking rivers roar with blood	Time is a river without banks	You can't cross the same river twice	We don't write poetry because it's cute
Language is like a river	real woman	living

Every Word (poetry)

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