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  Woven in Gold

  

  By pochunk, Pewaukee, WI

  Sunlight smiles through the open seams, Enacting senses Like the essence of a Golden Dream. A smile bringing yellow rays, Underneath, nevermore, An ounce of sadness can scarce remain. But once withheld, The memory of such forever folds, Floating away, fading into dreams untold....
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  The Indescribable

  

  By pochunk, Pewaukee, WI

  As though a longing for her blush gives way to a deeper set of desires Centered among the indescribable. Alas, I have no more the means to describe these thoughts than one lacking the characteristic of speech itself. Struck dumb as I am, they still manage to find me in my dreams, though I might b...
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  Mr. Johnson

  

  By pochunk, Pewaukee, WI

  Mr. Johnson sat in his uncomfortably bright hospital room, staring across at the woman audibly scribbling on her clipboard. “Now tell me, Mr. Johnson, how have you been feeling lately?” “Better,” he answered. He meant it. She did not seem convinced. She looked down and continued writin...