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Was on the Cross
nothing can compare
beauty?
true happiness?
life?

often we find them (though not all)
as the fiery catalyst for our choices
our future
and for our dreams.
-ed into the old sycamore tree
Victims: Drunk passenger; BMW;

and tree
beautiful
No, I tell them. Be your kind of beautiful.
"those tourists"
Sneer at the foreign language you think are blasting
harshly
in your ear

Would they think you

any better?
emotion
Moisture fills the room
Water droplets paint the humid, dripping glass
It's 99 degrees!
The broken AC screams:
corona
rejects strangers in the house
Nevermind technicians
Life
is just peachy
Heartfelt empathic poetry to the poor soul who has this situation! it is possible haha
stress filled swollen veins
worries crowd in between neurons
tight and taut- explosion
fizzes...
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