my Buddha don't pray
He just sits and smiles all day
crumbling away
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Gravitas
For every poem I put here, there are four more never shared, around six never written and twenty-seven partially thought out. For every word...
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1. Of my Soul a street is: Preternatural Pic- abian tricktrickclickflidk-er garner of starfish Picasso... -
Someone said, the full moon looks larger in the city because of skyscrapers- which said nothing about people feeling smaller, more co... -
Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...
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