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Palimpsest with Fire-Bombing TeethHe finds her work the way a cut finds salt— / by accident, by hunger, by the old compass that turns toward ache. / He sits with the pixeled book open like a door blown inland by weather,

Where the Faerie FellIn a wood where heather grows high and wide, / And the moon on the bracken makes silver tide, / A mortal walked where none dare stray—

THE HEART LONGSমন যায় (TITLE) / মন যায় তোমাক আকৌ এবাৰ চাবলৈ, / মন যায় তোমাক কাষত পাবলৈ,

@Blue-Sapphire18

When You Leave Letters For Each Other Inside The Apartment**Dear Taliia,** / Comrades making hundreds of crazy / TikTok dance videos in the forest

One Month’s MindThey gathered the way people do / when there’s no right way to gather / by accident, by necessity, by love.

The Things I Am NotI am not the things that have happened to me. / Let those words stand like a cup on the table, / plain, chipped, steadfast ...

boundi can **** / without fear / if it's just for a night

Indian SummerThere are summers / that arrive after the harvest. / Not true summers—

South Dakota InterludeI have seen a country / where hunger wears clean shoes in one room / and no shoes at all in the next.

The Woman I Buried In MarbleWhen you died by your hand / I carried you into the mountains of my mind / and buried you there in marble.

against certaintythere are distances / memory and rainlight / leave

All I Ever Wanted Was To Be Your FriendI’m not just another dumb idiot you met on the street / I have a lot more sense and morals than what you think / I never wanted to make your life complicated

@MidnightVerse32

A Father's PrideShe pulls herself upon a cloud / With pen and pad in tow / Imagination in her heart

Hugs And Kisses Mothers Wishes. / Celebrate Mothers / Raising Kids is NOT Easy

@cj-sutherland35

MommAcovered in compassion / she cares as if love / is her responsibility

@mcdonald-tsiie8

Anatomy of Dying ( Mothers Day)Something wicked, this Way comes / When sadness surrounds the Doldrums / Melancholy’s bit is Bitter, Sweet

@cj-sutherland76

Our RoutineWhile I watch the falling leaves, / hypnotised, / you make a Nespresso.

n Memory Of My BrotherYour final moments happened before my eyes. / You were breathing deeply, / So deeply that

@bahtiyar-hidayet32

PigeonShe ambled to the park come rain or shine / Unlike her earlier years, walking didn't come easily / The faithful bench greeted her with its cedarwood smile

@kim-johanna-baker20

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Safety in Numbers (Curated)⭐ THE POLISHED SELF™: “Safety in Numbers (Curated)” (Part III) / (Another layer of the curated self – the version designed to be seen, not known.) / “Thanks for coming –

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Bronco Billy And Rodeo Week15 seconds in the OK corral / That’ll do wonders to improve the morale / Bronco Billy love to ride wild fillies

@cj-sutherland55

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