poem
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Butterflies In The Dark
I wonder if it was worth it in the end. Working vendor, out on a stand. Lost to a crowd…
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Said yes. The time will pass anyways.
The wavering of our small sun, glazed orange through glass Blushing mandarin-watery, when I came out to greet it The…
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Morning Orchestra
You sang a sonata of serenity. Each note a soft hum / kissed my eardrums. Morphed from the abyss of…
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The Smell
The smell. It comes from nowhere, no origin For whether it was being or illusion, Even metacognition offers no solution.…
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Lament of a Fading Past
A Tour of Great Passing Red glares of flare enclose the browning sands, To sketch evenings with shades of swarthy…