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I blew the conch

The Angels descended

They had no choice


When we need

The Angels

They must descend


Thank them
I sit and lose myself in good memories
Hidden away are the ones that are better forgotten
Some are filled with good feelings and are used as remedies
Make memories throughout your life but treasure the ones you've already gotten
After failed rules, regs gone awry,
-values with no standard
-worth with no weight

we face, each the other, we face
screens and see reflections,
into the glass,
darkly
saying all our mind is willing to share,
if you care, or if I dare, you know?

-- I think of a dog friend I have;
-- she speaks her mind, with her eyes…
-- looks at me, as if she felt me think of her,
she wags her tail,
sometimes,
it seems such things are happening

just because I think
this or that
occurs to me and thus, to you, in your role,
in your time.

I notice, there, in my future, you do, too.
Making peace is less stressful than making sense. But peace is senseless if saved for times of war.
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
Music and you are the same
Sometimes it heals
Sometimes it hurts
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