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  Jun 8 White Owl
alia
I named the clouds just to feel known,
told secrets to a skipping stone.
The wind replied with riddles sweet—
I laughed, alone, on crowded streets.
  Jun 3 White Owl
TNS
Life’s like a cigarette—
If you never take the risk, you’ll never be lit,
But light up too fast, and you’ll burn out quick,
Leaving nothing but smoke and regret.

Life’s like a cigarette—
Tempting, reckless, a slow inhale,
But every drag steals another breath,
And no one beats the final exhale.

Life’s like a cigarette—
You think you’re in control, till the ember fades,
Every choice a spark, every habit a flame,
And some fires you can’t unmake.

Life’s like a cigarette—
You can savor it slow or waste it fast,
But remember—when the last puff’s gone,
All that’s left is the ash of your past.
  Jun 3 White Owl
1DNA
Yes, I lost the old me.
Yes, I'm the only one who can get it back.
But I'm getting tired, you see...
I just wish I had someone
I could call mine.
Not to give,
But to remind,
And help me find
The old me.
Huh :(
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