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 Aug 2018
Seán Mac Falls
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Morning ears flower
One monarch butterfly breezed
Chiming temple bells
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no money or things
that can buy goodwill,
in exchange,
only itself can
buy it.

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i have a friend (dunnow if he think me in that way) that think he can buy my goodwill.
he gave me things and i know that it is the change for my goodwill for him and it sadden me.
In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
 Aug 2018
Michael S Simpson
So this then is hell:
to live on in pain
with a heart that won't die
though no love remains.
One stanza of what started out as a longer poem, until I realized that all I really need to say could be said in a few words.
 Aug 2018
Rohan P
her
'her' as whispered praxis:

her
stormy
hair

her
highland
shoulders

brush me in
wind.
nature is just an expression of her.
(f. ellie)
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