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There are many things, that I own
Which accumulates over the year...
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I’m tired of empathizing
It only gets you hurt...
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There may come
a day...
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I long for something with passion,
Dripping out the seams...
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Echos from a choir of nuns
can be heard from a convent down...
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Slowly I open up my
Ordinary, warm heart...
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I try not to think about
that year too often...
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Marigold flowers
adorn...
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I moved like a ship
on the water...
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Trauma lives in this body;
it builds a nest with handcrafted...
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like a fighter jet
view of the desert lagoon...
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One more
crystallized star...