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It Looks Like Being Tired Will Never Be Enough
dark empty room. the noisy fan covered me with a cold breeze coming right out of the window. and I reminisce about those times I could shed a tear for a moment. and I lay down my wary body being battered with expectation, high hopes, and guilty decisions. I try to bring me back those…
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For The People To Hear
I speak as I am without filters and such. I speak to be freed and be understood, and all about. I speak as much as I could for my inner being must be not strained. I speak, as now I’ve learned it does not matter when no one would listen. because you speak and you…
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To Walk In A Bit Of A Platform
When the end and the beginning meet, it’s always the memories that clench. For things that move inevitably, is in blood was gripped to stay. Irreversible is the time, for you to dream of it to go back to those days you both enjoy the company of being together. Because to know and to be…
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As We Flee From The Place of the Sun
a puddle— jump! bushes filled with flowers of many. in a diverse colorful way was presented. pleasing imagery of bloom and pondered happiness. you smell each of them. you smile. you enjoyed the odor of the fresh smell of flowers and leaves being dampened after a long period of rain. you ignore the beeps and…
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If Rain Could Ever Speak Without Raindrops
We sighed so loud we tend to be heard. because we’ve never been heard as it was before. I stand against a raging flood that passes my feet. The water is too cold to handle. it’s too cold to stand on and stay. it’s too much for something we expect—rain and everything that comes with…
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A Monologue of Flowing Waters
darkness is already here, as I walk along an isolated pavement.I keep my hands inside my pocket; the warmth brought by it fulfills the emptiness that lies in my restlessness. where am I? I am lost in a middle of nowhere—a place I do know.where is it? I seek something that will never exist—something that…
