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gravity owns you
The air never fills my lungs completely, most of the time I’m heaving through a hand sewn smile. No one has to know—look through me. Long before this vessel was even made, something was already broken. Wires wouldn’t know to embrace each other, parts couldn’t fit together, and to this day, cannot move freely—They cannot […]
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A Mother’s Day poem
Dearest mother, I am far from home with dreams to hunt But through the oceans raging between us, And against the stubborn wind, You are still near, holding my hand. I remember days of ignorance — not quite a bliss — Where your love looked like a simple kiss But it holds far too many […]
…where Time is merciless and Light feeds darkness.
The Dawn Chorus… 