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Tag: National Poetry Month


Our time collected things unchanged. This future abates.


Opportunity knocked. A choice between night and day. Now the door is locked. I should have walked away.


Everywhere I go there is an expected burden I must carry. A curse given to me by my mother. I dreamt about my father, our conversations and his laughter. For […]


Time’s resumed its pace. We are bound to its madness. We have done everything and we have done nothing. Moments are indistinguishable. An eerie feeling.