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Sep 2021
This wave of emotions,
that has invaded with savory harmony of unbreathable anxiety.
Mornings to nights, nights faded. . .
sorrows well achieved and joys badly lived.
Be still my wounded heart,
as it pulls me in.
#homage
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A Poet  The Moon
(The Moon)   
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     Khaab and NAN
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