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Nov 2022
i slowly walk to the porch where the flags stand high and the windchimes chime. 
the ground is damp, i bet it would speak if it could. 
there’s no point in running from the mountain monster of inevitability.
if i stand here with the rain will i eventually weep?
if i don’t use capitals, i don’t have the right punctuation
what does anyone truly have correct anyway? 
if i comment that i’m like the rain, i’m depressed
and that just doesn’t make much sense to me.
if i say the sun and i aren’t compatible,
i don’t have a positive view on anything. 
but i do wish i could see the
good in something. it’s just all too much
newborn
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newborn  18/F/wherever you are
(18/F/wherever you are)   
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