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 Apr 2020 Shadows
Timothy
Faith
 Apr 2020 Shadows
Timothy
Trust the process
Until the process betrays
It once was my friend
Now changed is its ways

It all sounds so great
Until flipped is your fate
Did the process betray
Or did I simply lose faith
I am fragile
as the pulse that beats
Visibly
here at my wrist.
I am strong
as this resolute
Proud
steady fist.
 Apr 2020 Shadows
RMatheson
You are out of sight,

from within this
eroding sandstone,
too-high-to-climb-walls,
box canyon you have left me in,

and I am out of my mind.
 Feb 2020 Shadows
Lela
Weird
 Feb 2020 Shadows
Lela
Isn't it sad that we're so broken inside that we're suspicious of everything that makes us happy?
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