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When I pray,
I raise my hopes.
Claypan
Hideaway
Constant instars
Exiled metamorphosis
So quiet you can almost
Hear the sun go down

Valle de Las Hamacas
Vista Hermosa
Spheres of Paradiso
Seismic dewdrop points
Listening to the night
Fall with the rain
It's all trial and error;
weighing heavy on
the latter.
When I feel like this,
I want to build an
exit machine;
walk through it to
a different life.
Too many irons in
the fire, I'm burned
beyond recognition.
The situation unfolds
like it always does,
I fall down, and
then get back up.
But I'm tired, and sometimes
the ground is comfortable,
and way too familiar.
Check me out on bandlab, it's a music studio where I've been able to produce some of my poems and put them to a musical backdrop.
I've also done some poetic songwriting, Thomas W case on band lab. Thank you all very much. https://www.bandlab.com/thomaswcase
This will get you to my bandlab page sorry for the confusion
 Nov 2020 Mary Anne Norton
nivek
light on,
light off.
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