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Maria Etre Oct 2020
Prayer takes time, unless it's a miracle
Poetry takes nothing
but gives
eh-very-thing
*sighs
Maria Etre Oct 2020
Today, I remembered
yesterdays' rain "comin' down on a sunny day"
then suddenly "nothing else matters"
when you ask the piano man to "sing me a song"
as "I listened, to the wind, the wind of my soul"
Maria Etre Oct 2020
Apparently expectations are the disappoints dressed in Halloween costumes all year long
Maria Etre Oct 2020
>IfeellikeIamchokingoncontent<
double meaning
Maria Etre Oct 2020
The confessional between my body and the world
is in my hand
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Maria Etre Oct 2020
I have developed the need to rely
on dramatic events
to find a purpose
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