Marlee Usher Biography

It's old, this place
high ceiling
white walls
solid wooden floors
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Sadness swells and sometimes slices
across old hurts

What do you do when the one you trusted does not
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We climb the stairs
And like Persephone we are driven into the darkness
We stand motionless
And hear the soft whispers emerging
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You are my addiction
that i can't handle
but i don't want to stop.
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If life was a dream, Oh how wonderful...
it would be to wake up to sunshine and nature..
to bathe in the waters of tears...
to Frolic in a field of dreams..
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