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Fri May 22, 2020 5:12 am
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Que says...



A sinking suburb.
Rain days, floodwaters rising.
My footprints, erased.
>Previously Querencia<

All I want is to write and be happy. c:
  





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Fri May 22, 2020 1:14 pm
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kattee says...



Footprints long gone and
Bones buried deep within the
soil, unknown to man.

"Dinosaurs"
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Have a lovely day❤️
  





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Mon May 25, 2020 12:01 am
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starlitmind says...



this soul unknown to
me; i cannot remember
the touch of its light
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Mon May 25, 2020 1:14 am
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LZPianoGirl says...



The touch of its light,
brings warmth to all around it,
bringing everyone joy.
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“Everybody remembers it how they need to, right?”
- Tommy Devito, Jersey Boys
  





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Mon May 25, 2020 1:28 am
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quitecontrary says...



He brings so much joy
Stuffed in a large red bag; bells
Ring softly like stars.
"It is only through shadows that one comes to know the light."
- St. Catherine of Sienna

"One of the most cowardly things ordinary people do is to shut their eyes to facts."
- C.S. Lewis
  





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Mon May 25, 2020 6:48 am
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chiefhoco says...



Sinking like the moon
Those big eyes like pizza pie
Out of amore
  





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Sat Aug 08, 2020 6:26 pm
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whatchamacallit says...



out of the clamour -
white noise that rattles my ears -
I can hear quiet.
Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future, and renders the present inaccessible.
Maya Angelou

  





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Sat Aug 08, 2020 6:48 pm
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starlitmind says...



i can hear quiet
seeping through the tiny cracks
of old picture frames
Last edited by starlitmind on Sat Aug 08, 2020 8:56 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Sat Aug 08, 2020 8:16 pm
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alliyah says...



These old picture frames
are hollow now, memories
faded long ago.
maybe i make up colors for poetic cadence, but i don't think i can ever love someone who doesn't understand that teal is a different color than dark cyan
  





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Sat Aug 08, 2020 8:36 pm
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Hkumar says...



faded long ago
in the labyrinth of time
and lost forever.
I only put my signature on big cheques.
  





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Sat Aug 08, 2020 9:00 pm
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starlitmind says...



stars lost forever,
outshined by constellations,
forgotten in dark.
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Sat Aug 08, 2020 9:09 pm
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whatchamacallit says...



Forgetting the dark,
I soak in syrup gold and
let the light warm me.
Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future, and renders the present inaccessible.
Maya Angelou

  





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Sat Aug 08, 2020 9:17 pm
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starlitmind says...



let the light warm me,
i beg the sun, but he's too
far away to hear
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Sat Aug 08, 2020 9:23 pm
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alliyah says...



Birds too far to hear,
Only see their wings - rise, fall,
long to hear them sing.
maybe i make up colors for poetic cadence, but i don't think i can ever love someone who doesn't understand that teal is a different color than dark cyan
  





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Sat Aug 08, 2020 10:05 pm
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whatchamacallit says...



I long to hear the
song of bubbling laughter and
feel its gentle hug.
Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future, and renders the present inaccessible.
Maya Angelou

  








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