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I've been in sickness
For over a week now
Desolated from all -
Near and dear ones
To count upon.
Nobody to hold me
before I fall!

But the moment
I reached home
A spark of hope
rekindled from within.
An unspoken feeling
Spoken out loud -
Don't worry
You will be fine
You are at home.
No matter what goes wrong or right
Family(to be specific-nuclear family)
is always there in need to count upon.
Chromium, selenium, and
copper, potassium, zinc,
coconut especially,
water lost in minerals.
A the good replace
source to of important
potassium. It's nuts.
Sweating seafood,
excessive whole following
grains, body and the
legumes of generally
functioning, contain
optimal (relatively) for
high essential doses.
Minerals of contains.
Zinc sweat.
This do to able.
Not are people
many. It mean
and you love
really I, say
and mirror
the in yourself.
Look you can!
Yourself about good
feel to need
you. Esteem-self
relatively have to.
Need you,
life of out,
want you,
what get and?
But
From last year's
early-season showing
surprising to some
not to veteran
you really never
good you are
into a new
now we are
want to be
lost a good
the girls we
have been able
holes pretty well
we've made some
to make up
we've lost.
Intentionally/unintentional
So how might our nation
give more global warming?
Watch your world as to
what is wrong, then they
might not approve. What
is wrong? Such a person
more profound is to judge
awakened consciousness
when he freed no thing
very good. Rather than
events, give more than
the universe. Knowing
versus wants and nurture
the energy. These are
not normal times. Events
are happening like always.
Improvised poem from a magazine
I wonder if angels cry.
When the scent of fornication smothers the air
And guilt consumes the careless hands immersed in the jar of sordid men. When children kiss blades, painted in their brother's blood. Drinking their mothers tears as though a precious tea.

I wonder if they use handkerchiefs or let rivers rise, feeding from their eyes.
Dancing in birth of the innocent youth, glimmering with hope and prosperity.

I wonder, I wonder.
sympathy and tranquillity form my perspective with each drop of ink, being careful not to spill
Engulf me with melody only for a moment and I'll walk the forest of hunted wolves and despondent lions.

The once ambrosial aroma of frail lilies, a smothering hebenon hand. The rays shy away from the polygamy of reapers and senectitude relishing valiant men.

Immerse me in harmonious symphonies only for a moment and I'll tread the trench terrane with jubilent feet, blind to the alluring viper's habanera under lacerated hearsecloth worn by the forest.
Waltzing under red moonlights
as thorns tear tongues. We laugh
with black roses reposed in the mouth.

Severed Bonds serve savour songs, as Love leaves longing letters in ponds
of heavy healing hearts.

We waltz still, not as statues but  temperative trumpeters tailing tundras with tabinet tufts.
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