Here I abandon all false and hopeless hope or rather it has abandoned me either way I don’t know but have accepted its ghost and am I content among the beautiful decay of these gardens gray full of my favorite fading flowers more vibrant now, more alive without the deadening sound of colors screaming their […]

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I keep her ghost as if she were my own and though I never knew her I can feel her stirring within my bones, can hear the whispered breaths of her calling the secrets of our lost flesh home 7/6/2017 Debbie Berk rev 8/15/2017 Image created using stock photos from 123rf along with one of […]

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The words, they  come like memory  distant as the  dawn waking within  dreams whispering  like grief  and again the  sorrows speak remembers the  shadows that  do not sleep,  restless and deep in  their longings black as the  night where even  the black  birds weep for the ghosts  already gone and still those  yet to be […]

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