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I jumped, I reached,A hand outstretched,While the other,Is held close to the chest.I clutch the cloth,That covers me,Containing fear,Fear of flying so..
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The fallen snow crunches beneath the heels,of my boots as I trudge through a field.A former orchard where blossoms once bloomed,Now decayed, conspired..
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The rustle of paper,The shuffling of feet,So nervously tapers,The fears of the weak,With hard, black ridgesHair raises in fear,With an absence of brid..
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life is tough, truly it is.We toil away in academia, and then we toil away at our jobs to scrounge a living for ourselves. Its a dirty, often degradin..
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None wish to address the past,Into how or why our live did not last,So tread not the path I go,It's solitude I seek, leave alone this stone.Removed of..
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I lay propped upon my being,staring at this arachnid that so peacefully strung with suchintricacy,its webs ofinfinitecomplexity. How they wove togethe..
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I fell heavily to the ground,Dazed, gasping for a breath.I turn my weary eyes up,To the towering mound.The heights I had once reached,Now not but a di..
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Misconceptions floating about,Landing where they may,To those who hear, they know not,But to allow the words to stay,Before one tries to clarify,The l..
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Living for the Moment
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Crickets chirp and the fireflies glow,Innocently, playfully into the darkness they go,in and out, to and fro,their abstract, ongoing flight,takes them..
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