writing poetry
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Sadness as loud as cicadas
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≻: Sadness as loud as cicadasSadness as loud as cicadas It’s like nothing has changed, I breathe in relief, Thank God it’s like nothing has…
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The bag of paintings
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≻: The bag of paintingsAnd so the left-right strides toward good-byes Had begun. The first farewell left the bag Of paintings I had planned…
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The forest of parenthood
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≻: The forest of parenthoodMy mother looks at our relationship anew. I suppose it’s been years since she had the daily proximity cloud her…
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Humidity
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≻: HumidityI woke up in my own sweat again.It clung to me like a fog of web clings toMorning dew-thick grass.…
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Blip in the world
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≻: Blip in the worldIf there’s anyone out there in the world, Let me know that our friendship had once again Washed onto a…
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Winter, a man
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≻: Winter, a manI can fix him, I think Him and the salt and pepper That had begun to scratch his roots Him and…
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