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An immigrant pen
found a home in his...
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Seasons come seasons go
trees are continuously turning gold...
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My feet are mirrors of
the eggshells I've...
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Like the
searing glow of ominous...
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We're running out of water.
It's been two weeks and we've...
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A snake hangs limply from a
knotted branch, its...
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somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...
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trembling hands.
i breathe in deeply...
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O dear there is music in my ears
I swear...
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I couldn’t keep my grip
I slipped...
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Consumed by your spirit
i am stuck in a winter tomb...
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The human race is fragile...