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Floral sweetness is breezy and pleasing.
Jasmine's is very exciting.
Aromatic flowers are cream-white.
Intoxicating, that's their right.
Yes, jasmine is more promising.

Stands for modesty, as its procalming
And also for love, as saying
The flowers stand a bet at night. 
Jasmine's, so loved.
 
Used to cure cancer, its curing 
For liver diseases, many are using 
Medical users use it as a diet. 
Many foods are baked with insight. 
For me, its fragrance is haunting. 
Jasmine's so loved.
Styles Jun 1
she is as cold
as the draft
of a storm.
Ghxstcxt May 2
Are you stuck?
Need some help up out that rut?
I can lend a hand to some stuff
sunk under the surface
I don't even need to look
Like pulling up a plug
Don't give up
Never give up
Small steps first
Don't give up
You'll turn your walk
into a strut, trust
'Cause you are worthy
You are loved
Don't give up
Never
Give
Up
Jeremy Betts Mar 2
If you gotta pick one over the other
Go with the other
Because if it was the one
There wouldn't be another

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Marisa Lu Makil Nov 2023
I'm still learning
To talk about what happened
I'm still learning
That I went through a trauma
I'm still learning
That it wasn't my fault
I'm still learning
That I couldn't have done anything
I'm still learning
To admit that I'm still broken
I'm still learning
That it's okay to say it out loud
I'm still learning
That it wasn't handled right
I'm still learning
That it still affects me 13 years later
I'm still learning
That even though they told me I couldn't tell anyone, it's okay for me to tell the people I trust, or whoever the hell I want
I'm still learning
That I'm strong and brave and loved
I'm still learning
That I am not damaged goods
Just because I'm still learning
How to be a person again
I won't say that I already know these things or even that I'm fully convinced. But I will admit that I'm still learning, and that's okay.
Ken Pepiton Aug 2023
mere
words uttered
in subtlest of melodies

harmless dove's cooing harmony
with morning in the old orchard,
olives from a hundred years ago
in an imagined descripted re vision,
grown wild into a forest with hallways,

listen.
First stanza of a Sunday in my environs on the face of this Earth.
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