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When I was younger, my mother would say,
“You can’t start another bag of cereal until you finish
this one today.”
“..
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Feathers that are bright
and radiant
Like shimmers of light
for all to see.
The canary spends its day
Filling the empty air around
it
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I wish I could play to my own beat I guess...
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With the rise of the sun, I perform my daily ritual,
One that has been practiced for many moons,
And for more generations than the count of the ..
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Red is for the juicy, fleshy strawberryPlucked from its warm patch,No longer allowed to grow.Red is the rose that was left on the doorstep,With its th..
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You were bubbling with excitement,At my sleek, plastic packaging,With everything in its perfect place,And easy instructions on my management and featu..
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The grass is always greener on the other side.Maybe because it is the reflection of your ivory-green pupils,No longer gazing towards my direction,Whil..
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I spin on an axisThat defines my path,Following the enforced rules of gravity and physics,Even though I desperately try to leanOn my own accord.But I'..
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When I was left in the
wilderness,
To fend for myself,
To depend on only my skills to
survive,
My mind became a caterpillar,
Focus..
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It’s time for battle.
My comrade has left me to defend
for myself,
Leaving to secure his own safety,
Tired of protecting such a
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