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Winter.
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The seed, pale and smooth,Senses the receding chill of winter,The warm whisper of seasonal change.Drinking in the tears ofdissolvingsnow,A stalk slowl..
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I reminisce uponMy fondest memoriesAnd realizeThat I am sad,Because I know thatOne dayI will forgetAnd never again rememberThese things--They will be ..
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She'scrossingborders,leaving behind others,barely betraying herhesitationas she blinks.He is listening to the music of last winter,her face tied to th..
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A Journal entry of sorts.
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Hurtling fitfully downwards,The impending impact years away,I close my eyes against the frigid air thatRushes past my cheeks,Stinging my eyelids.A fin..
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As I sit on this chair, I realize that everything is made up of recycled and re-composed deceased versions of myself. All humans that have preceded m..
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From the ocean we arise--From the briny,ubiquitous surfOf roiling foam,We slowly take shape,Forming distinct, separateWaves as we fight our wayTo shor..
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Orations eloquent and insightfulParade behind his eyes;The perfect words,Consummatelyaligned,Conflate to produce an unmatchedExpression of deepest emo..
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A metaphor.
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