cjane's notebook
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POEM – Drowned Mind
Sometimes, I am drowning in my own thoughts. But I keep on diving back because there’s beauty under the sea of my memories and the ocean of my posibilities. -cjane’s notebook
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POEM – Old Soul
I prefer hand written letters. I listen to old love songs. I feel deeper. I love forehead kisses and the smell of old book pages. I admire poetry. I am an old soul living in a young body. -cjane’s notebook
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POEM – make it happy
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POEM – One Rainy Night
the sky is cryingthe mind is wonderingthe heart is aching
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poem – My LSS
Meeting you was like an old love song I just hear. New to my ears, A familiar music in my head, And will forever be tattooed in my heart. cjane’s notebook 10/14/2018
