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as feathers in flight; none of them stayin the lapping of waves, multitudinousgrip slipping off, pulling further awaydisappearing into the moon's pull..
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I was but a boycircling my hauntexcited by glintssparking my peripherystriking from sandyfootprints in the suncascading upwardsas I diminish withinits..
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in response to Davidgeo’s “beer poetry”, a Springtime flight of fancy…
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revision of a 2018 release
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non-existent metaphors glide pastthis momentarily lucid blindspotwhere Snuffalopagus intimatesa sauntering, “Hiyah, Bird!”
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Three dots dancing, blinking bright,Like marquee lights in the dark of night.A rhythm timed in silence creeps,Promises held, secrets to keep.Each puls..
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BlossomingSpring arrives,and with it, the cherry blossoms,a delicate reminder of life's fleeting beauty.Under the canopy of sakura,I am reborn, each p..
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round and roundgoings slowlike a gametech gear glowKen and Takifurai chickywarmth of flamein Kurisimasu snow
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Melbourne MosaicAt its very heart, Melbourne city breathes,an undulating vibrant tapestry of life and colour,from the bustling markets of Queen Vic to..
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an outside world, evercloses in; eavesdroppingon young lovers, enviousin every kind of way -enough to green desertssave a voyeur’s curse:intimac..
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