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Tanka Train



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Fri Mar 26, 2021 10:05 am
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rida says...



The sun may burn skies
But I’ll sink back into my cave
Why can’t I love the dark?
What’s wrong with being different?
  





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Fri Mar 26, 2021 1:44 pm
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Valkyria says...



They look down at me
What's wrong with being different?
I am just unique
So, I don't act like the norm
I'm me, and that's good enough
Don't just exist; live

-Unknown
  





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Sun Mar 28, 2021 12:39 pm
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Liminality says...



With the rain pouring,
I'm me, and that's good enough
for each storm-swayed tree,
as speckles of remaining
morning float through the grey sheets.
  





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Tue Jun 22, 2021 3:15 pm
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hannah314159 says...



Summer

laying in hammocks
morning float through the gray sheets
could life be better?
drinking lemonade when the
sun is out never gets old
Weak people revenge. Strong people forgive. Intelligent people ignore.

- Albert Einstein
  





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Tue Jun 22, 2021 3:59 pm
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dancingontheclouds says...



watching clouds when the
sun is out never gets old.
they come in all shapes,
and colors you never knew.
clouds truly are beautiful!
Someone's missing from your group, someone very important ... Where's Momo?

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Previously LordMomo and MomoandAppa
  





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Thu Jun 24, 2021 10:48 am
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Starve says...



Storms

in the open sky
clouds truly are beautiful.
Behind stormy eyes
too, but I caused only one.
Their downpours make me quake now.
  





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Thu Jun 24, 2021 2:33 pm
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alliyah says...



river in reverse,
this downpour makes me question
'does losing the sun
make you love her more or less?'
are we all just light-longing?
i can't love you if you don't know the difference between teal & dark cyan
&
you should know i am a time traveler
&
there is no season as achingly temporary as now

  





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Tue Jul 06, 2021 2:14 pm
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Liminality says...



I watch sunbeams stretch --
aren't we all just light-longing?
wanting day's summer
to last, heat invites itself
in a cloak of humid air.
  





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Tue Oct 19, 2021 9:04 am
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cryptologenic says...



Yesterday I slept
in a cloak of humid air.
Only it could soothe
my equatorial heart
beating into the summer.
  





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Tue Oct 19, 2021 9:39 am
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rida says...



Spring surrenders, June
Slipping into summer; I’ve
Still kept yesterday’s
Letters; summer reminds me
Of past’s pain, of you
  





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Fri Nov 05, 2021 10:24 am
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Liminality says...



Hot humid evening,
of past's pain, of you,
a remembering --
the ceiling fan beats the air
while continuing to spin.
  








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