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Here lies the dead wishes of men
once alive
the dense shrubs hide the pain
weeds thrive.

Here lies a grieving heart
once much joyous
the windows are broken and hurt
bricks break like glass.

Here lies the power of wealth
once pompous
now in ruined health
seems it wasn't all that precious.

Here lies the remains of heydays
once vibrant
with bones the jackal plays
reminds time is a tyrant.

Here lies moss on the wall
once finely painted
now dark and dull
the air is serpent scented.
Simultala, April 4, 2024 evening.
 Dec 2020 Dawn
Amanda
8:41pm
 Dec 2020 Dawn
Amanda
your eyes look like sunset today
don't close them just yet
 Nov 2020 Dawn
ShininGale
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑦, 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝐼 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔?
𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑑𝑜? 𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔?

𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒'𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑏.
𝑛𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑛.
𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑘𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑...
𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑛𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑... 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢...
𝑇𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝒶𝓁𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℯℊℴ.
𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐺𝑂.
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑o 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚐𝚘, 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝙰 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 200+ 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳ಠ_ಠ 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆! 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚙, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗! 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢.
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