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Picking up the internal slack,invoking an inward tensionthat emboldens one to face the dayand the prospects of oncoming ones.Wet cheeks reveal visible..
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spin off from conversations with Ern. Thanks for keeping it real, man!
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With some we connect but once and that once may not be enough, so the onus on us is to connect well.
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goodbye, robin'always and forever'said one such bear tothreadbare pounding,rediscovering vow ofinnumerable daysspent together, twogather together twod..
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Through Twilight’s dreams, and Dawn's first light,a palpitating pursuit chases after thought;In shadows, cats with whispering whiskers bridge,un..
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. . . Out in the sticks,where silence stretchesl o n g e r than shadows,she dribbles… inaudibly.Her words are a merewhisper on the windsan indi..
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We part, each on our own path ...no longer united.Shards of a once unified day, scatter.In the long shadows of the old towers,Babel’s e..
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A mosaic moves, fluid and ever-changingone-celled creatures congregate on a Petri disha dance of life unseen, yet profoundly felt.I observe, familiari..
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There are daysthat songs are stifledon a weary and hoarse throat.Notes no longer glide softly -raking leaves strewn acrossa barely littered lawn;their..
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silence after rain,moors unveil rebirth softly,tears of renewal.flickering firelight,dreams dance in ashes aglow,bushfire lessons burn.veined stone in..
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