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Jess Jul 2020
Fuzzy
white noise landscape
drifting in a new direction
where form has not yet landed
floating my way through my own blackhole
as it pulls me into my Self
Jul 28, 2020
Jess Aug 2020
Drinking the air
of the cool night
crisp clarity dripping
down the forefront
Aug 6, 2020
Jess Jul 2020
Where am I, darling?
For I do not recognize
My face anymore
Jul 20, 2020
Jess Feb 2021
Your self-worth quizzing
the Unquantifiable
cannot fit the box.
Feb 17, 2021

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