I hear mother warn me I would be an old maid. Well, perhaps my need of solitude is all I look for in this life.

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I hear mother warn me I would be an old maid. Well, perhaps my need of solitude is all I look for in this life.

She was so quiet and patient, never said a word but it is time to change that.

An optimist's attraction to everything is pure genius.

The best poems I have ever done felt too honest.

She began to discover life wasn't too short: laughter and love were the answer.

What a life! There are still kind people in this world - together, we deserve to have it all.

Sun-strained and in love, all I could think of was how I was free. Pour me a last drop of that summer.

In the darkness, the glowing cigarette was traveling slowly to a mouth smiling in youth.

I think it is best to speak the truth for your happiness.

A despondent blue period rose in my deep self, with hours squandered, but alas, today, for some reason a wistful feeling stopped me in the uncomfortable.
