We are lovely freaks,
Arriving on storm-chasing echoes,
Myopic, the lament creaks,
In corridors of silhouetted hellos.

Can you hear it?
Silence in heart's moonlit meek?
Snake oil in mystical ingots,
Of sand when I had you weak.

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A sea breeze on a hot day
Deep songs aquiver pristine
Only starved thoughts,they
need to be penned clean

To away from time,accents
an underscored chilled delusion
Though mind and body arguments
Won’t bring lasting conclusions
Space & flow
Flowers grow

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