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EtherealThe golden hours of the morning met my eyes with favor. / Cherished and tender, the Sun kissed her skin in a swath of freckled light. / I meet her gaze and she fades like waning of my magic.

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Oct 10, 2021

Painted Rain, The Beginning of Your UniverseBehold the smooth transition of brushstrokes and bristles to the field of marigolds. / The sweet friction brought by divine hands, is the depth you were searching for. / And as the storm rolls in, high on the technicolor clouds, you take a moment to catch your breathe.

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Sep 15, 2021

Geographic CureI’ve stood coast to coast, listening to whistling, winding songs of the ocean waves. / I’ve lost myself in the sound and stories across the American highway. / Growth is not linear. A new place doesn’t make a new person. You take your baggage. You take all of the miserable excuses. You take time.

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Jul 10, 2021

JulyNot a cloud in sight, just unadulterated sunlight. / The heat bordered on the cusp of perfection. / Warmth that swaddled the skin in comfort and health.

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Jul 1, 2021

DecayLife has always been about the decaying permutation of possibility. / When you are young, the infinite paths sing with endless potentials. / These branches are primed with the indifferent hands of time.

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Jun 17, 2021

The First DoorStone slabs descended down, / forming a staircase straight to hell. / A sea of screaming miasma suffocated

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May 9, 2021

Highs and LowsBooks are fuel to the imagination. / Works of fiction pour into my mind, / hours at a time.

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May 8, 2021

Before DawnThe current of clouds flowed above in a stream of darkness on top of the deep violet vignette's of sky. / In opposition of this, a defiant sickle of moonlight joined the scattered street lamps. / Their small chorus of light illuminated the early morning for the wanderers .

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Apr 7, 2021

Imagination GraveyardTears welled in the mourning of everything unwritten. / The mind's starvation is the stagnation of the imagination. / Survival has been no serenade.

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Feb 21, 2021

BlockadeA memory is just a story altered. / Every recall differs from the one before it. / The details will fade, though the essence remains.

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Nov 26, 2020

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