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The monk
the tyranny of solitude, remiss to hold you close to others, with self a burden on your shoulders, you move uphill toward that ledge of…
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Centred
it begins and ends in drifting silence this unmistakable choice to wander towards an untraceable line in the distance that your fingers traced in a…
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Incerta
so senseless – breathlessness and pain mistaken for those glimpses of light striking ground and perfect teardrops streaming down the icy cover of your thoughts,…
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Celestial
whisper to closed eyes – i do know and whisper to clasped hands – i promise to stop the sound of thunder clearing in the…