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I am now a natural gem,
A mix of murk and clear,
Different colors or shades.

I am now a healed piece of earth,
A patch of glow over the ashes of disease,
Diverse as I breathe in fresh air.
The water comes and brings the earth,
The earth turns to ash as the fire rolls in,
The fire's ash turns into the wind,
The wind brings the water again.
The sound of your voice.
Angels singing up on high.
Chorus in the sky.
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That's the thing we sign on a poet's grave
That is the symbol of death we know in our language
Every dash etched with the weight of an iron cuff
Have they lived long enough?
No I'm afraid they never got their time to shine
Before their art's demise.
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Everyday there's one more.
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 Aug 20 Lostling
nivek
a weeping heart
half filled with joy

walking the line
carrying the load

empathy is pain
a sweet sweet unity
 Aug 20 Lostling
Immortality
The rain dances
on my skin
I pause
and it feels
enough.
I'm feeling soooo good!!!!
cuz sometimes the tiniest moments turn into the best memories ;)
and yeah.... love the monsoon <3
 Aug 19 Lostling
lizie
if you find these words,
please,
don’t carry them back to him.

what i write here
isn’t for revenge,
or to make him guilty.

it’s the only place
i can empty the ache
without breaking apart.

so let me keep this corner,
let me keep this voice.
it’s not for you,
and it’s not for him.

it’s just for me,
the only way i know
to keep breathing.
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