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FREEFORM SEPTEMBER Knocking at my door Stands freedom Waiting for me to open and Let myself out. All I have to do is to pack My hopes away in boxes full of Little painted fingernails With sparkles, half-licked Lollipops and warm wet Hugs in fluffy towels. Knock-knock. Knocking at my door Stands the truth That Read more
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LANDAY FOR AUGUST Silent dark in starlight falls a thief,cool as a glass of water, dreams begin to breathe. Galaxies whisper secrets in a fit,each a drop of promise, each without respite. Of cosmic ashes, new worlds are born,renewal in the void, I am storm In the vast unknown, we reach for our gracewith Read more
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