Amanda Shelton Biography

When the flowers bloom
without me, my memory
will live on through
their perfumed dreams.
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Vibrating nerves, scratching
pain traveling up my legs.

Grinding, like sand
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Within the darkest hour
ghostly dreams come to life.

The chiming of the clock
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I am Jealous of the rain,
it dances and sings
using every last breath
it breath's.
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A golden wreath of falling leaves
is curling from the fozen trees.
The winter blows and chills
the forest,
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