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Now is the hour
Of Hibernation


Rest grey muzzle soft
Into rotting bole

Living on belly-fat
Of Summer

Snorting Sleep
3am
A 3am wind
disturbs the fallen leaves
which once lay dull and flat upon the pavement of your day,
those might have beens and maybe yets
which dance and fly with skipped regrets,
they only blow on you it seems
to taunt your mind and seed your dreams
Some hearts they beat alone,
no rhythm to join in.

Lost to wander with no home,
adrift upon the wind.

Riding the wave of life,
a lone surfer on the tide.

A leather clad biker,
on a long and dusty ride.

Blazing toward the sunset,
towards tomorrow,
towards the end.

My heart beats all alone,
no other rhythm to join in.
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Thanks
...
I can't get over the rain tonight
With me as I drive
55 and falling
But grateful to be alive

                  I've ...
 Dec 2024 Mari Chubinidze
Ian
Threefold is a man's foolishness
When he denies true love's existence.
 Dec 2024 Mari Chubinidze
Sora
A word
With little substance
Floats in space
Empty
Creating
An anxious
Calm
Words🥲
"sei molto strano."
beh, grazie
Lo prendo come un complimento
io sono strano.

english:

"you are very strange."
well, thank you.
i take that as a compliment.
i am strange.
hey chatgpt i gott a question is there any happiness possible with out being cheap for humanity
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