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Robin Edwards May 26
Everything depends
On the tall green grass of May
Under a blue sky
David J May 26
My pen offends me
Acted like I didn’t see
But, it wrote the truth
Dug the quill to deep, seen my shadows in the ink.
Decembre May 25
fresh salt falls in grey
rain is today’s lullaby
in night’s restless call
---
a lonely drop stands
dew on a cool freezing morn’
sun melts it away
Falling Awake May 25
Foam lines move outwards

From oars that pierce stillness

Spreading just to fade.
about impermanence
Robin Edwards May 23
Low horizon sun
Slips across a polished floor
February sky
LL Jun 6
tell me where, tell me
when
I can find happiness —
so I can go there
2025/092
AC May 22
i am growing up
i do not like it but yet
i am growing up
Deep down, I've rotted,
Pieces of me fall away,
Rusty sheet metal plates.
I could write, I won't,
The wrong faucet is turned on,
I will drought these thoughts.
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