miranda-santoroWhisper

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Little Yellow BirdLittle yellow bird, do you see / How these eyes look at me? / The green ones said I’m worthless.
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Jun 25, 2020
Ghost BreathGenuinely here, one sees this / Beautiful reality everywhere; and then heals
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Jun 9, 2020
Ghost FlowersSomewhere there is a garden / Of phantom lilies and lilacs; / Swaying between remembrance
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Mar 6, 2020
SnowfallListless little flecks / Lazily wander down to / Rest on the ground -
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Feb 13, 2020
ReflectionsI watch the clouds slip past / In the reflections they cast; / The scattered about puddles
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Feb 1, 2020
Who I amThroughout these decrepit buildings / I see so much color. / There is dirt, rusted unwanted things
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Dec 28, 2019
Wild ChildMake no mistake - she was not / Perfectly kept and tended to by / Loving hands each night and day,
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Dec 26, 2019
HateIf I gather shattered mirrors / Scattered about decrepit buildings, / Can I carve the toxic traits out of me?
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Nov 14, 2019
EulogyWhen I am laid to rest, / Burn me like the passion / I held in my chest is now
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Oct 27, 2019
My LoveDo you ever think of me too? / I wonder; are you a warm, / Nightly summer breeze -
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Aug 31, 2019
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