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Tag: Poetic

Storm

Another storm is coming. Feeling the barometric pressure. Waiting for the strong winds, to begin parting our ways.

Countdown

The soft taps of summer rain. A moist reflection in an empty room. Those calendar markings of commemoration, the essence of the ones taken. Counting down to the end of […]

Black Holes

Passive avoidance Existence without presence Crowded emptiness