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The CyclistThe cyclist on his bike, fueled by sweat of curiosity, / Wondered / Wondered *why* it was that he could not fly
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Time's **********She wears dresses of calendar papers / Makeup of cremated ashes / Stilettoes of assassins' accurate daggers
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ConscienceA tall, strong man / Voice harsh from unheeded, unheard, words / ****** and bruised
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(sonder)sonder / n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
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WHYWhy is the concept of being forgotten so paralyzingly terrifying to me? / Before the expanse of time, / none of us stand a *chance* of being remembered.
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How PrettyWind chimes make beautiful music / For their listeners / And if allowed
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Sunrise, SunsetYou told me why / You are afraid to die / You spoke the words I think at night
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Beautiful DreamerHis eyes were galaxies reflected in the vortexes of her heart / Shimmering nothings she loved to be lost and found in / Whenever he gazed upon a horizon or tabletop or cup of tea
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Dilated PupilsThe "i"'s of this keyboard know me better than the eyes of anyone I know / This aloof computer has seen me ***** ugly thoughts while "in real life" I don't bat an eye / I am a wounded owl in the night
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Statistics*Retro- / Spection* / Impossible without the distance of time.
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