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Soul Basin Flooding
All the love bottled up into settled sighs
Where night proclaims its guest
An arbitrary bird of prey
Dancing on a line like satin sheets
Silent attention for roadside fireworks
Is it not peculiar, mutters the wind
That love exists at all
In this lonesome place
No hesitation
as a broad stroke appeared
Caressing and holding the weight
Of hope
In an open palm
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Well, I'm doing a Lot better
Well, I'm doing a Lot better than my poetry sounds. Thank you! Hope you're well too!!
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