Paula M. Puddephatt Biography

I draw their spirits close to me and breathe,
and still I find, there's something to believe.
I need their energies to make me strong.
I hear the subtle echoes: Samhain's song.
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coloured lights
swirling
through her mind
tonight
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I could be said to be
falling in love
with a horse thief,
in spite of myself.
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You trust. You hurt. I know the score, so why
do I let myself care? Why do I try
at all? Must my emotions always win?
By now, I must be on my final spin.
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One day, when you've moved on too,
and I'm part of your history -
because, in the end, they always do -
will you think of me?
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