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ForgottenForgotten forests old and dark, / Diagonals of light / Ancient as the days that were
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Contemplating the view from Newcomb HollowWhat is beauty? / The order in Chaos as some old philosophers once thought? A shy definition. Order doesn't draw a thunderstorm in my chest like beauty can. / We are afraid of Infinity.
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Missing HomeHow strange it is to recall the bitterness of a New England Winter's chill / On this Summer day in Los Angeles, sipping from a glass of water as we both perspire in the heat. / Stranger still, that death comes in the Summer, after all that laboring Spring
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Telescopic IntrospectionExpansed in cloudless skies / Afternoon's promised all / A starry sacred finger.
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False pretensesFalse pretenses abound! / A paper clip can also be useful for other things. / I just haven't figured out what yet.
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Losing EspyEsperanza means Hope, not despair. / Love, not Death. / So why is my best friend gone forever?
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Jellyfish LakeSome Jellyfish fly free / In the lonesome rice-wine sea / I cannot in myself be
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UntitledBreathe in, I'll wait. / Now Breathe out. / Does the world's intermingling bother you?
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StiflingGrains of sand the Wind has buried, / Dunes of voices, no noises carried / Slamming doors and lapping shores
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