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Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 2:40 PM UTC
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hope lives within us all we have to do is let it fly out
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
let it fly out
Temperamental Unforgiving Pleasure filled Memories And then One day It all just Stops
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Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC
Life
Rain water overflowing our garden bed, now a bright green in the fresh morning dew. Picking up fresh herbs, surrounding grass, tiny lavender flowers sprouting sporadically in between coarse leafs, our own starry night sky. Dripping trees in bright sun rays of first hours, stretching far beyond roots, colors previously dull now beaming rainbows. Bringing out twinkling powder, light pollen into nostrils, sneezes from red noses, blushing cheeks with moist heat of the fresh rainy days of a liberating summer.
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Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
Fresh Summer Days
hollow. sunken. depressed. what a mess in the flesh. and i contest you to confess that i am in fact a pest.
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Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
a pest
The sore muscles of my back Crack with pain as I hit the glass I’m caught in a fight till the end of time With no other than my own mind
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Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
I’m tired
Must there be more to life than this? If there’s no more than this Then all we have are illusions of ignorant bliss If there’s no more than this Then all we know is existential loneliness If there’s no more than this Then how can we know we even exist?
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 8:10 PM UTC
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