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Short and Bitter – Storm Miller
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March 15, 2016. March 25, 2016. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. I resorted to this to distract my mind. But oh, the cruel irony. Thoughts of you are the only inspiration I can ever seem to find. Alas; the curse of poetry. March 15, 2016. March 25, 2016. One thought on “ Short and Bitter. March 17, 2016 at 2:58 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Bombing for Peace – Storm Miller
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March 18, 2016. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. There was a place once; known to some as Heaven,. Some others called it Hell. The city was of light and joy, the birthplace of revolution, the cradle of common hope. There; only the children of Egalité did dwell. Its visitors were many. They came to dance, to twirl slowly through mornings. To witness the beauty of a sheer pirouette. They chose to fill th...
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Knowing Without Knowledge – Storm Miller
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March 15, 2016. March 15, 2016. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. I have been here too long. I need fresh, I need new. I can get there, I should get there. I know the answer, it’s so simple too. I want to design beautiful prose, that’s all. I want to see all there is to see, that’s all. But there is something in the way. I don’t know what it is,. I don’t know how to beat it. I want so much from life,.
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Raindrops – Storm Miller
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Poetry Written by Storm Miller. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. April 6, 2016. By far the most poignant piece I’ve yet read on WordPress. Just read:. Raindrops – http:/ wp.me/p7pEgK-O. The Water it Rushes. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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Short and Bitter – Storm Miller
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March 15, 2016. March 25, 2016. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. I resorted to this to distract my mind. But oh, the cruel irony. Thoughts of you are the only inspiration I can ever seem to find. Alas; the curse of poetry. March 15, 2016. March 25, 2016. One thought on “ Short and Bitter. March 17, 2016 at 2:58 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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The Water it Rushes – Storm Miller
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The Water it Rushes. March 22, 2016. April 6, 2016. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. The water it rushes,. You will surely drown. There is no hope in fighting,. All will flounder down. But do not seek despair in this,. What follows is a garden for the reborn. Every sunset starts with dawn. The water it rushes. The world is a beautiful curse. And If you can’t see the poetry,. The water it rushes. You ar...
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What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard – Storm Miller
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What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. March 22, 2016. March 22, 2016. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. I’m not sorry that I was so intense. It was unfair pressure. I should have tried masking it,. Although; that already was my only defence. I’m not sorry that I’m telling you this. Despite the pain it will cause. There is a point that,. I just could not bear for you to miss. It meant so much,.
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April 2016 – Storm Miller
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Poetry Written by Storm Miller. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. By far the most poignant piece I’ve yet read on WordPress. Just read:. Raindrops – http:/ wp.me/p7pEgK-O. April 6, 2016. Blog at WordPress.com. We Listen To Mary Magdalene (Lady Nada). Just another WordPress.com site. An eclectic wiccan's blog about the end of the world. Bloom where you are planted. Unmapped Country within Us.
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March 2016 – Storm Miller
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Poetry Written by Storm Miller. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. The Water it Rushes. The water it rushes,. You will surely drown. There is no hope in fighting,. All will flounder down. But do not seek despair in this,. What follows is a garden for the reborn. Every sunset starts with dawn. The water it rushes. The world is a beautiful curse. And If you can’t see the poetry,. The water it rushes. And a...
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Storm Miller – Storm Miller
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Poetry Written by Storm Miller. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. By far the most poignant piece I’ve yet read on WordPress. Just read:. Raindrops – http:/ wp.me/p7pEgK-O. April 6, 2016. The Water it Rushes. The water it rushes,. You will surely drown. There is no hope in fighting,. All will flounder down. But do not seek despair in this,. What follows is a garden for the reborn. The water it rushes.
