Tag: poem
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MA FLORA i
truth finds me now,as a thread,unthreading seams i’d sewnthe needle is a pineand if i am natureand nature within mei’d pray as i unravel that truth console my need
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decidedly yours
true, unsaid little virtueswhat common things i’ve yet to graspmysteries, survive mewhat lies below a lakedo you gaspfrom fathom of discoverywhile lungs fill with water,best do my breathingwhere the air is decidedly yours photo by Andrew Dalrymple OCEANOGRAPHY_02
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the noise was terrible
it’s suddenly dark it’s awfully darkif light was a sound it was loud covering ears to deafen the fearsencompassing me like a cloud
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