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Strong Paper
I write because light paper can carry things
Things that are too heavy
What am supposed to do when I don’t have my journal
Am I meant to feel things?
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Nothing is Everything
I wish I could sit high in the sky,
Alone within the nothing,
Yet everyone in the everything
Laid out before me.
I could watch light be cast upon the world,
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city to country
i once lived in a city
a small city
but densely packed
i remember my old house
yellow
three stories
i moved more than a year ago
not long ago
but i barely remember my old life
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Sun
Usually the sun induces my smile
An infectious click that erases the bad feelings of outgoing anxiety
But today
The Sun felt numb
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Nature's hike
The wind howls past me
Leaving everything behind
I walk down the path
Not knowing when I'll stop
Hearing the water flow
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City night
Looking from a plane, glowing
streets, like spiraling
spider webs
knitted on the elder plains,
out of hope, out of pride.
Crossings of the intertwined veins