Brickhouse
the Brickhouse is where you'll find them it was here long before the school it is where Jane lived and where she died tragically poor Jane locked in the attic like a dangerous animal and her only crime was that her mind slipped so the story goes and find them I did I could not hear or see them until I viewed what I had on film there I found them dancing about up and down the stairs like children playing I made my way to the attic door but could not go in the weight of sadness filled the air like dense fog I knew Jane was here on film I hear their voices distant... sometimes it is children laughing sometimes they mock me "He knows Persley" a gentleman sarcastically stated after my reciting the first line of 'Roses are Red' at least one did not appreciate my being there "Get Out" she demanded and then the sad voice pleading as if lost in the wood "I Hear You" she cried "I Hear You" is it Jane? I will return to hopefully gain trust in those that reside here for I must know more
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Deckard
I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...
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