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I live in my own words
A different imagination
In Vistas, Discoveries, and Memories
The latter lives in my heart and my dreams
They are part of what was and what is
As well as what is around the corner
You don't miss what you never had but when you find it-
What a treasure
Be carefully taught to understand, accept, and not hate
It there any chance of this happening before its too late?

C@rainbowchaser2023
I went out to find
Some value in me,
So I sold what I had
For little a fee.

My eyes for a penny
I sold to some fools,
They're blind and useless,
Mistook for jewels.

My lips for a nickel
To the sweetest sin,
So they'll know the love
That has never been.

My ears for a dime
I sold to a lover.
To hear sweet nothings,
And silence uncover.

My hands for a quarter
I sold to a ghost,
So that she might feel
What I've wanted the most.

Finally my bones for a dollar
I sold to the earth,
But as for my soul-
There was found no worth.
My ambitions elitist
reality bourgeois
My palate continental
taste buds still raw
My ambition ennobled
vocation unhailed
My reality sordid
—future travailed  

(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
you say my writing is
beautiful
but you forget that you’re
the one
inspiring it
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