Onion on snowbank,
Frozen layers lock stasis,
Warmth will show my core.
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Eight Bitty Legs in a Ball, inside a Gauzy Window Shade (Hello, my little spider friend.) - rec and poem title by @BUGBITESQUARED
I will not disturb you, guest behind veil, Half phased as if a dream's begun to pale. My breath might afear you, make your etching wit...
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In the vastness of the boundless sky, Where celestials in distant dances fly, I exist in awe, my heart so full, Grateful for this endles... -
I touch my hand to another's skin, A weathered bark that draws me in. These living tomes of years, of strain. Of sunlight, cold, and nat... -
greetings Strangers, I'm glad to see, you here, waiting, along with me. the train arrives, our time is brief, yet spotting you brings mu...
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