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cashing it in on a not very extraordinary night
the way the sun
shines down
the way coffee
taste
the way cigar
smoke rises
the way dogs run
and play in the
back yard
it reminds of a
story I once
read
but can no
longer fully
remember
04/01-2:40am est
Published 1st Apr 2020
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1st Apr 2020 11:44am
The deepness of memories of a life once lived with reflections from once of a child...nicely composed dear poetess
1st Apr 2020 12:33pm
1st Apr 2020 1:27pm
the bittersweet of it all ..the irony this life is...n when in the depths of all lived loved ..in the loving loving...the thinline betwixt many a boundaries jus seem never at all...when everything is nothing n vicerversa...dunn know any more..thus this detaching attachment or attaching detachment n so on many opposing ..merge? or cohabit or sync or watev...its a search so deep ..of the beautiful depths when one's in a stun or mesmerize of a composure in all the profound chaos.. juzme in excessive words.. that your flashing depths of brevity inspire ev... write on the truth bk :)
1st Apr 2020 4:51pm
1st Apr 2020 5:24pm
1st Apr 2020 7:28pm
As i grow older, i can see the end of the road off in the distance .
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
