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VernalityThe room was bright with
thought,artificial chirps in the
nearby,a vacancy of leaves,but they shook in the
breeze,a little enough for me t..
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Standstill
There is no angst in a shadowed eve,
not like a night without frilly sound
curled up in velour and chill with a little bit of
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Cachet
I am the sea.
To be grand in a way...
no fathoms too deep
to seep slowly all
around,
gathering together,
in surround..
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QuiescenceTwo more days and I’m born again.Today?I’m foreign,living amongst strangers in another dimension.What happens tomorrow when toda..
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Elsewhere
Ribbed-line
trim down the edge with bargain four-holed buttons,
on
a sweater meant for warmth.
To
keep her wrapped against the t..
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TremorBlurred vibrations of soundsurround all around me,pressing close without a touch.A bit much, if you ask me,to be in a space of repeland swell of..
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Release
Loss is excruciatingly painful.
Whether it be a death,
loss of a “ship”,
relation, companion, or friend,
loss of a ..
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MajestyThe rough bark was
itchy against my back,ancient depth to a
tree so tall.I unwind in rest
anyway,weary from the long,
climbing ascent.Sweat..
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Inspiration from my son. He is an old soul in a young man's body. I am blessed.
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