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Doves crow and the sea claps at me. Although a black curve carves its way down inside me, You’ve been kind to me. I am the verb and the subject and the tone of the passage never sent. I am not the riddle nor the reader, I exist merely- almost entirely- on the page and between the lines, and yet, You’ve been kind to me. You are the sail and the wind and the saint that waves toward me, You are the satisfaction that exhales me, You’ve been kind to me. You are the grit and the grout upon which the suggestion of a path leads, You were never the sigh nor the laugh that escaped between teeth, You’ve been kind to me. I find myself drowning and suffocating in the ocean tide near shore, I feel as if I’m picking away at plastic shells that sweep away at my feet, I found myself underneath the arms of an oakwood tree, and yet, You’ve been kind to me. A lighthouse far away from where the eye can see, A bug, crawling and sprawling, above a sun bleached road lined with white lilies, A friend whom is kind to me.
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May 10
May 10, 2026 at 7:37 PM UTC
Youve Been Kind to Me
Doves crow and the sea claps at me. Although a black curve carves its way down inside me, You’ve been kind to me. I am the verb and the subject and the tone of the passage never sent. I am not the riddle nor the reader, I exist merely- almost entirely- on the page and between the lines, and yet, You’ve been kind to me. You are the sail and the wind and the saint that waves toward me, You are the satisfaction that exhales me, You’ve been kind to me. You are the grit and the grout upon which the suggestion of a path leads, You were never the sigh nor the laugh that escaped between teeth, You’ve been kind to me. I find myself drowning and suffocating in the ocean tide near shore, I feel as if I’m picking away at plastic shells that sweep away at my feet, I found myself underneath the arms of an oakwood tree, and yet, You’ve been kind to me. A lighthouse far away from where the eye can see, A bug, crawling and sprawling, above a sun bleached road lined with white lilies, A friend whom is kind to me.
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May 10
May 10, 2026 at 7:37 PM UTC
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