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On my way to you I pick lavender,
thread it into my hair with anxious fingers.
I like the way it smells of gentle, idle days.
That night you say th..
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Thoughts on a walk
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Reversing time.
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or is it?
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Haiku
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Writing from the view of someone who doesn't understand.
Kind of a long riddle.
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Armchair travel. Inspired by Dagas.
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The darkness is enclosing, thin columns of light
break though the dripping canopy, making patches of the green-black foliage
glisten. The ai..
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Occasionally it comes to me,when gazing out the window.It could be nice to be a bee,to buzz about, so wild and free,and go, where ever bees go.Occasio..
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It seems to me that every day,there are new cats to look at.Some are white, some brown some grey,it seems to me, that every day,They appear. Get in th..
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