Random oddities
in notebooks,
lethargic
in lockdown,
moonlight
a prelude
to sought kindness.

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Lagoon of ego
swimming promises
seeking inauguration
Hook of resistance
dangling bait
of peace




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One Love

Far off in the distant horizon, ‘Victory’ outshines like the
it holds when some and exhale
life. We are all LOVE, “One Love, and we the very best. ✍🏽


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Abstain at last
from candor
Deserve instead
the presence
of intrigue
and Love



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Time can be
granulated,
words tempestuous
yet alchemized
in photographs,
palpable's
deadline
incomparable.

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Hope in the horizon
dancing like burning incense
for our best
temporarily lost.

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I Got This🗣

My love language is
& universal—I can travel
around the world in the blink
of an eye while taking a breath
& then a sigh. And dusk to dawn
like a machine—I'm reminded that it's only a dream
while I

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Please,
Let's compare notes —
Has the world
Gone crazy,
Or is it
Me?

December 30th, 2020
prompt:

Share. Retweet. It's me, isn't it?



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Defacing

And when the day comes where you down in thought, masking a heavy heart, arms or what you already know.✍️🏽#bravewrite

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Lonely tears dusting
Costing my cheer's day's behest
Moon's last serenade

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My life is
a singing whisper
in mountain mist,
trailing winter
into spring love
with forgiveness
for fall's death,
eyes glazed
with years' shadows
but lacquered
in blessings,
a paracosm
to cool
too hot air
in reality's
dings.

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In the observatory,
quarter past ten,
zooming away
from hell,
viewing glistening wishes.

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Sweet Dream

The of a quintessential love is to the heart—the scope of its blossoms & blossoms—sometimes from the very start—or so it would seem—That nothing incredible is impossible but yet another sweet dream.✍🏽#Bravewrite

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We're all small town blooms
with major city hearts,
luminous
in mortal growth
& less burdened
with art,
sometimes left
to breathe
citrus exhales
from trees,
nature's essence
soothing
frosty lips
to memories
more holy.

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Shadows cower 'neath,
Tree fallen, gathered with ink,
Reborn in the rain.

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We groan
And
Against the
Young generation

Shake our heads
When they use
Their voice
Utilize their power

But why?

Are they not
Our future?
Our legacy?

Or are we so
Naive to think
We will
Live forever?

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Scattering dreams
like diamonds
crushed
by grief,
breaths folding
into moonbeams,
patient
yet brief,
holding an avalanche
of fine gems
for tomorrow,
a curtain
close, tight,
sweetly slept
underneath
my mind
mine
to write,
follow.

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Tame the Masses

...if the lion and the lamb can to tame its emotions, so too can a of living beings appreciate an enchanting consensus like the passing of clouds that cover our

0 10

So Fine

How can you love a rose
that dangles from its vine—
and seek its sweetness in
wants where love
adores in kind? The
of no shine is always on the
mind—like lips that tastes of
apple petals—Oh, so fine!

✍🏽#bravewrite

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Burdens grope
tomorrow's views
with sin's mercy,
fabricating
eternities
where rain is
martyred
for painting love
in the lost's eyes,
hiding captured emotions
in moments
of sanctuary
on the way out
of edges spiked,
but imagine
a life
well earned.

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