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Traveler Nov 2020
As the bird sings
My poetry flows
Every day
I sing and go
So
While on yer busy flight
Buzzin the flowers
For the Queen
Or yer honey delight

Stop and give a listen
‘Cause like the bird
It’s an audience
We’re-all-a-missing

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Traveler Tim

Waves it goes in waves
Qori Pinto Jul 2014
I fall so hard so quickly.
Stepping over the ledge.
I crumble under your glance.
Who are you?
What have you done to me?
I have built these walls, so stern, to not falter.
Here we go.
Is it just once more?
I don’t know.
I lay at your feet.
You open me.
I’m a fool, you see?
Strong, no more.
I melt into nothing.
I give in to you.

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