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In the midst of laying down...
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The sublime breath of afternoon's mountain...
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Bright thoughts have impact...
Softhearted,
her tears travel...
Instead of uttering a phrase
that promises better time...
A single stroke and her frailties are forgotten,
brushed into a peaceful pool of imperfection...
Even at a tender young age,
she blossoms beautifully...
I never accepted the sunrise because each heave...
would only burden me with flashbacks of light...
My kinship: cultivators of bays and shorelines,
abstract climbers of mountain sides near the sun...
A heart, is an epidemic of truth
where I'm left scattered...
Will you come in the form of a star?
All I ask for is someone...
His midnight voice
melts the tension...