fitzgerald

fitzgerald
fitzgerald
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setting
Why you gots to be that way, honey? setting out on a journey need not be so difficult setting out first step just don't stop keep going till it hurts or till it don't anymore don't just sit, set out and keep your eyes focussed on that horizon, honey don't be difficult, go
distinguished
glasses on the man in the tweed coat. very smart. dapper. shiny shoes and a whiff of tobacco. marking assignments and dreaming of the day when he can rip off the harris tweed and dance in the streets in bare feet
sinking
Through the black, inky depths of my mind, I sink Deep into recesses I never knew I had Deep, I sink to think and bleed out what I find there in black ink on white page pulling out everything I have to somehow feel something to belong somewhere Sinking into blood, guts, pain I never knew I had this tucked away Repressed memories and places I never knew I was
deer
She stands. In the cold dense forest the only sound the plopping of snow from the pine trees into the drifts. She stands watchful aware graceful and elegant. She stands looking over her domain.
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Erin wrote about sinking
“Through the black, inky depths of my mind, I sink Deep into recesses I never knew I had Deep, I sink to think and bleed out what I find there in black ink on white page pulling out everything I …”
the words Erin reaches for
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