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    To Write Is to Breathe
    To Write Is to Breathe
    To Write Is to Breathe
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    To Write Is to Breathe

    By Sequoia Sinclair

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    I cried today
    So my smile can be pure
    The innocent liquid
    Caressing my problems
    Taking them
    Relieving me of my sorrows
    Turning them to joy
    I lay cradled
    At this hand of life
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateMay 13, 2013
    ISBN9781466961180
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      Book preview

      To Write Is to Breathe - Sequoia Sinclair

      To Write Is To Breathe

      SEQUOIA SINCLAIR

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      Copyright 2013 Sequoia Sinclair.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

      ISBN: 978-1-4669-6119-7 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4669-6118-0 (e)

      Trafford rev. 05/07/2013

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      Contents

      She calms me

      Queer[iosity]

      Confessions of addiction

      Lone wolf

      The scent of a women

      The secret of held hands

      Passions gift

      Before bed

      Unexpected

      American dream x

      A Vass emptiness

      Folk tales

      Here’s to your Ill comparison

      The lone sparrow

      The Lords Prayer

      The case of negative

      reality Vs. love

      Grew up slightly to fast

      Desperate cries

      Here’s to the sky

      A day at the park

      The answer

      Letters to a soldier

      Shhhh

      Her Mental Cancer

      For they do not know

      My fight

      Mental safe haven

      Dear shadow

      The real art of war

      Fake windows

      For those who don’t have a voice, and for the voices who inspired my pieces.

      I cried today

      So my smile can be pure

      The innocent liquid

      Caressing my problems

      Taking them

      Relieving me of my sorrows

      Turning them to joy

      I lay cradled

      At this hand of life

      She calms me

      I slept with your picture next to my pillow

      Felt every muscle contract and relax as I daydreamed of your body pressed agents mines

      Turn my head to its side saw your face so close to mine

      Felt your soul creep over my body like soft fingertips curious

      Silently wept with joy as I reminisced of our joys

      Felt my pulse slow

      Heard the font beat of my heart

      The thought of you puts me at piece

      Queer[iosity]

      I will give you a hug

      Fancy what ever sick fantasy

      You fantasize about me

      Feel for a moment my soft glossy flesh that your eyes lay glossed over

      Manipulate your way through conversations

      I’ll be sweet, I’ll be suddle

      But your curiosity

      Will only uncover

      My queeryisity

      These soft hands of a women

      Molded for a women created by a women

      No calluses

      But sometimes I could be quite rough

      The gentle perfection of my frailty

      Lies in the hands of a damsel

      A gentle mind, a gentle women

      No gentlemen in this equation

      Since birth I was like

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