Talk what you please of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow; I sit here by …
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Category: Prosery
Richer meanings and umber dawns
It’s as complicated as you want it to be. Petals of burnt umber horizon, at …
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Of late, I have come to realize
Maybe just maybe after a few years it will all make sense and I will …
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Again and again, even though the barrier of ethnicity and race
I am hardly ever disheartened, medium strands of black hair tossed upon the shoulder as …
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Dystopian Society
We carry the remains. We carry them within, fragrance of what once was, in the …
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Night on thoughtful plains finds an echo in the art of time
As the blackness of night comes, I calmly watch myself be erased, the only evidence …
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