Tag: life
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Kiln

a poem Bright sun and cold airIt slows the urge for SpringHardening my resolveThis shit needs doneIn the nowMy soul cries to breakThis mold I create stops itCan I shatter itAnd live with bold purposeSure, others will also tryAs we always place clay on othersTrying to morph them into our ideasTurning them into ugly thingsAs…
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Morning Rituals

Tasks take over as foot falls Each a purpose; each a ritual Little left to conscious thought Thinking brings misery anyway


