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thymos May 2015
walking leisurely,
holding hands lovingly,
my fists clench, nails dig,
sadness washes over me.
thymos May 2015
laughter and smiling
faces of friends,
adumbrations that
reveal my loneliness.
speak up, tortured soul.
thymos May 2015
countless open eyes
like wild flowers
in the vibrant Spring,
each pair festooned with ruin.
thymos May 2015
quand sera la prochaine fois?
une lumière aveugle
montre mon chemin.

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venu de ****
mes semblants, trouvant la misère
qu'ils se sont enfuis.
touche pas à mon pote!
bof and i think my conjugation/grammar is off
thymos May 2015
the red of the tulip
contained in my gaze
—shouting
thymos May 2015
crows gather
on the weeping tree.
wind departing gentle.
thymos May 2015
twenty years gone by
like a dream.
still not woken.
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