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You’ll feel like a fly on a wall – secretly sharing these intimate moments between families. Read Review Below Rating: ★★★ The Hudsons brought together authors from various cultural and racial backgrounds, and gave them this chance to tell their story as though having a “talk” with a family member or friend (mostly their children).
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He walks into the room and I am surrounded by stars and butterflies. His air, his smell, his appearance is even greater than the loveliest of nights. He shines brighter than the moon and his confidence sparkles with the stars. I am his forever if he will shine his light towards me. He is almost
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Sipping on wine and setting up this game. Then you come along and announce your name. I am offended by your confidence and ashamed of your stance, And that was my judgement at first glance. Yet upon another, Your eyes tell me this is where kindness dwells, And the deeper I look, the more my
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I do not ever dare lie next to him, Unsure of the events to soon follow. My feelings, I am sure, are of pure whim, My heart for him is nothing but hollow. Yet he makes me genuinely smile, And my laughter derives from purest joys. Not having known him for a long while, He
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She’s ignorant of eyes that follow her, They stare at her black hair and olive skin. The eyes are transfixed by this enchanter, Gazes hard enough to be mortal sins. She is ignorant of the craning necks, To better hear the smooth notes in her voice. No sound is more beaut’ful amongst that
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Within the limits of my house, I could feel you drawing nearer. And with the click of my mouse, Your face became clearer. Simple words on a page sparked a fire, And kindled a passion that would never tire. Then the day finally came when we would meet, And down the lane
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Memories of you and I still linger – They give me unnecessary headaches. As annoying as an unseen splinter, The stinging reminds me of my mistakes. It’s an infection creeping through my head, Slowly making it’s way through my body. Insects finding a way to live and spread, Succeed in finding life to
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What do you see when you look out the window? I used to look out a window when I was younger, Easily inspired to write lovely poems and adventurous stories. I looked out my bedroom window on Winona Street. I would climb out and sit on the roof, Observing those that casually walked
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