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Autumn Dry

I know I’m not oak tree-trunk solid, rather its Autumn-dry brown leaf– cracked and crumbling at slight breeze of letdown and uncertainty. You’re breaking me at the beginning and I’m…
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Cold Feet

Cold feet don’t move just freeze while blizzards blow, threatening an Ever-Winter white, lifeless dry defeat. What was vibrance? What was vigor? What was that feeling I felt before? that…
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Captured

Infinite happiness and pleasure Oh, joy of this kind is opposed to what my pride seeks to pervert with deceitful desires, merely enticing all five senses But I can’t catch…
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