The feeling grows
July 5, 2026The feeling grows about you, and you are not so good as you claim to be, for you rubbed salt into my…
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The falling night
July 5, 2026The falling night it is a beauteous sight, a beauteous sight, as the moon and the stars in the heavens alight, yes,…
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July 5, 2026The end of the line, killing time. Separated by a couple of feet, and with a slight paranoia in the mind. COVID-19,…
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July 5, 2026The door, it stands there, but where does it go? Because in its blue it is what it is, but there are…
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July 5, 2026I awoke with the sunlight upon the lawn. I awoke with a clear head to find that you had gone. I awoke…
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July 5, 2026The day is, of its indecisive ways, no matter how much I plan, and not enough is accomplished, but the day it…
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July 5, 2026The darkness has come, and the stars are shining bright, as the mist hangs above the ground, and the time, it nears…
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July 5, 2026The darkness of the soul, oh, how often there is little else, yes, yes when you live in a world so cold,…
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July 5, 2026The clouds, they gather on the horizon, a recalcitrant lot, and they bother the sun, and it bothers them a lot, and…
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July 5, 2026The climate of our times it breeds fear of the mind, for life is controlled and cajoled, and we suffer anxiety, and…
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