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A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Not beyond the bills

Our
"I love us"
Was not okayed.
The chiromancers
Mumbled unintelligibly.
Undettered,
I proffered to draw a new line
But,
Cut too deep.
They shifted me yesterday,
To general ward.
You see,
It costs less
And
I have not been missed.
Yet.
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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