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The free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.

Renee Stone

I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
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Attachment Call Meaning Myself Stand Thinking
We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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Distance Ourselves Save Word
When you write me into your story, don’t set my end in stone. Feel free to let me go. I’d like to join your story, but remember I have my own.
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End Join Myself Stone Story Writing
Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.
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Escape Myself Positive Reading Scare Sweet Writing
I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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Promise Sadness Song Verse Writing
I escaped the voice of darkness that was as pervasive as the silence that has come to replace all the words you had misplaced.
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Darkness Escape Silence Voice Word Yourself
I hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.
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Beyond Creation Deep Hide Myself Poet Writing
I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
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Face Happiness Morning Myself Rate Smile Wake Up
I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
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Chance Hope Myself Page Writing
Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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Patience Resonate Silence Start Yourself
I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.
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Community Growth History Learning Myself People Support
My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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Body Bone Memory Muscle Myself
I spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.
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Myself Thinking Word Writing
I want to tell them how tired I am because I don’t think it shows. But maybe it’s the same for them – all strangers to the weight each of us carries. So alone, we carry these loads.
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Alone Carry Myself Stranger Thinking Tired Weight
There is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.
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Ourselves Rays Soul Sun Warm
To the songs you haven’t heard from me. To the pains you haven’t felt for me.
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Feeling Myself Pain Song Yourself

The free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.

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