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KC Dec 2020
Hidden in midnight,
upon light its visage unearths:
shadows of a plant.
I hope it connects with you
:^)
KC Dec 2020
Hadn't met a sun
Unpotted plants chose to cry
dry before the sun
KC Nov 2020
Oh Monstilva! Had be cold:
his cheeks be without bleed,
tampered from its daily bleed,
It mimicked the very ground—
who had done the tampering.

Two months before summer—
their place did not know winter;
Only and only when
Monstilva read this.
KC Nov 2020
Just another, loves,
that doesn't leave, but a remembering,
distant from what us touched
'twas the immediate rest
buried among: the rain, the crowd, the loud.
Our heartbeat unchanged
but if it did, would that be
Just another, loves?
KC Nov 2020
Death's end:
A veer to begin pain,
balloons out like a javelin,
from a babes' eye—it ran
followed by a scream,
red then dry,
loud and loud it went
as it endured:
two-hundred-and-eighty winters,
before the first of spring.
I dont feel like finishing it.
KC Oct 2020
Today, and tomorrow
everything about it
is yours
at a breath.
KC Sep 2020
Nicking knacks of rumble
squirm to battlefield
no mountain nor ocean inhabit,
if plains or lakes survive
through dim corridors
such passengers alight,
morning till dusk,
to scare the thunder
that storm such passageway.
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