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Like the seed pods of a dandelion
in the wind,
bathing in sunlight, lost in the day,
ever so fragile to a fleeting touch,
I felt an existential lo..
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if asked,
i'd meticulously unwrap a pomegranate's heart,
delicately remove each seed and lay them
out like rubies tasked,
i'd handpick the ripest,..
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Head down, a lonely walk
Headphones on and 'Gaslight' by Broods fills your ears
The evening is cold and chilly,
The narrow alleyway stretches out, ..
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a reflection of my earlier thoughts
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I showed to you my first poem i wrote as a passionate child,
You were undeniably proud of me then.
Are you still proud of my poetry now?
But how co..
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A Story by seren
an inner monologue
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Sylvie didn't belong anywhere,
She often tells me about how she belonged to everything yet nothing at all.
She belonged to the summer trees whenever..
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The birds chirped.
Once again contentment washed over me,
Like a lullaby of silence sheltering this fragile vulnerability.
Oh, how I yearn to fee..
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Madness screams in your eyes,
A museum of concealed truths and lies
Of untamed rage and unhealed scars,
An artwork of euphoric disguise.
So busy y..
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