#54 - Hello Poetry

Yeet

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May 9, 2019

May 9, 2019 at 2:28 AM UTC

Sun slowly peeps sunbeams, yet to waken sleepy eyes, minds sky is gray this morning several hours past a tremor no wind to stir action bamboos, fruit trees are stilled currently awaiting movements worse than 5.4 it's crazier, awaiting aftershocks... Sally Copyright May 26, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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May 25, 2017

May 25, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC

sally-a-bayan

On A Friday Morning

Sun slowly peeps sunbeams, yet to waken sleepy eyes, minds sky is gray this morning several hours past a tremor no wind to stir action bamboos, fruit trees are stilled currently awaiting movements worse than 5.4 it's crazier, awaiting aftershocks... Sally Copyright May 26, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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*Hair was dark as night the silver fox has arrived I call her mother Roasted chestnut eyes searching for people to help hope lives in her palms Four strong beating hearts she embroidered those to us a human angel Today is her day because she emerged from it April dwells in her*

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Apr 7, 2017

Apr 7, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC

silverflame

Fifty-four Smiles

*Hair was dark as night the silver fox has arrived I call her mother Roasted chestnut eyes searching for people to help hope lives in her palms Four strong beating hearts she embroidered those to us a human angel Today is her day because she emerged from it April dwells in her*

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A suicide of my best sides, a homocide, a matricide. Occupied in nursing self-inflicted wounds inside my heart, my soul, my final goal is near. I tear with nailless claws at where the door I used to know was before I tore the hole inside and so I tried to justify the single, once perfected try to go, to fly, escape outside these walls, these halls these calls I hear are tearing at my soul, I lay and lie and cannot cry. I swear and curse in sour lines, but noone knows the pain experienced inside.

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC

Narrenschiff

Provoked Heartache

A suicide of my best sides, a homocide, a matricide. Occupied in nursing self-inflicted wounds inside my heart, my soul, my final goal is near. I tear with nailless claws at where the door I used to know was before I tore the hole inside and so I tried to justify the single, once perfected try to go, to fly, escape outside these walls, these halls these calls I hear are tearing at my soul, I lay and lie and cannot cry. I swear and curse in sour lines, but noone knows the pain experienced inside.

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