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How have you inked this palpitant heart? Let me tell you:Your barbs extend long and deep,far enough to pierce the skin of my resistance,with the needl..
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may ruffle a few feathers 🪶 but enough to make a set of wings for human ✈️ flight?
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Shadows chase him throughnarrow alleyways and wide streets.He quickly darts - heart pounding,mind flickering with past confrontations.Echoes hiss with..
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a thought on poetry and interactions on poems and poets
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In the scatter of fleeting moments,where thoughts lean like sunflowers,they drift their scent in the breezecarrying with them slivered visions.Adjusti..
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He clings to the weight of his quill,the tactile sensation, grounding him,yet, the digital tide pulls at his resolve,urging him to adapt or be left be..
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In the shadow that our hearts cast,hatred blooms, a stubborn weedwhere a garden of trust once grew .Words, once tender,shatter like glass,a bridge col..
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Today has yet to break its silence, - - at dawnthe first rays sparkle . . . off dew or frost or snowfollowed by..
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Today refuses to break its silence,dawn holds its breath, the first raysglisten on dew or frost or snow,holding back the chorus of waking sounds.The r..
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And as you walk through these familiar streets,You notice small details you used to overlook:The worn-out benches where people rest,The graffiti that ..
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