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Various Black Ballpoint Pens and Paper
Birds are pissed off,
All day long alarming boundaries,
Flashing colors,
Screaming dawn til dusk.
chill is out.
Babies need breakfast.
Thoughts invaded.
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There were always these
Soft motions
Toward swaying
Tenderly underwater
a breeze
Filmy traces of sweet scent
through curtains yellow with sun.
Every moment yearns to create a light through you.
Every moment an opportunity for discovering a path to send you into the heart of the world.
You must fold space and time and bring forth a new sun,
give it away to anyone
who will walk under it.
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