"I became a child with curtained eyes, picturing everything in sanguine manner while the world's monstrous ways kept their relentless bridging of life and its spills."
"You're dead, aren't you?"

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I see charm in dreams,
wonders we tread
no matter how weary
the hope in our wounds,
fusing divides
before falls inhibit
going support,
diving,
catching dires
to create an "it"
needed to triumph
sleepless art.
Peace is wise there.

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Forevers unfurl in tremendous breath
on heights we see whole,
crystal wings echoing,
love ballooned again
on singing hearts' call.
Modern angels
warm our hands
in their pockets
when life is cold,
thawing hope
where we go.

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