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Fire-Fly Stars I Always Wanted To Be A Scientist. Someone Asked Me Once: Aren’t You? *** What I Really Wanted To Be Was A Polar Bear Lusting A Powerful Musk With All Effort, With A Sure Un-Certain Purpose. *** Or I Would Be Huddled Under Some Mass Of Reeds In A Cavern Crouched Over A Silver Beam Of Light… And The Echo Everlasting Of One Drop Of Purity… Landing In A Honed Stone Bowl. *** And I Wanted To Be Worthless Like Every Component Choice… Like Every...

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Sadness fell. And also puzzle pieces. And also things and trinkets. And also rocks that seem to think. If something fell from outer space… It would fall straight into my orbit. A space rock. Would thank me for catching it, then die suddenly. I don’t think anyone or anything could circle me. They dipped away. New...

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the desert is mystically alluring at sunset, looking docile and safe few sights are as gorgeous as her evening skies of oranges and pinks those who know, do not venture out after dark for the desert is like a dangerous woman who looks unassuming but is anything but in the crooks and crevices of sand dunes and cacti there are...

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both of them knew their sister was dying neither of them called or contacted her holding a grudge while she was dying? their own sister? what kind of women are these? the selfish kind...

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such longing in a long sad, drawn-out train whistle do metal objects have feelings? this sound makes the idea plausible...

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every blade of grass has a memory each yellow dandelion has her own song to sing I marvel at the miracle of the red clover with her circular leaves purposeful ant marches past my musings, giving me a withering look...

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silent oak tree sentinel guards my yard I call him Old Mister he drops acorns that try to grow new oak trees they land in a cinder piles, planting themselves In a few weeks tiny oak leaves form. If you gently pull them out of the cinders You will see a tiny oak tree growing out of an acorn. I pulled twenty...

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an overcast Kansas day the kind that gives you a sunburn without any sun the clouds are dark grayish blue thick sluggish unmoving I stare into them seeking my Archangel Michael...

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wild eyed pancakes invented by grandma two kernels of corn for eyes delighting her grandchildren sometimes a mistake makes the best memory...

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She is not made of atoms, but aftermaths the kind that linger in a room long after the lights remember to flicker back on. Her spine? An origami of fallen yesterdays, creased by collapse, but folded forward into flight. They call it resilience, but she knows better it’s architecture, a cathedral of nerve built from "this will not break me," hummed on repeat until it didn’t. She speaks fluent...

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(HI-RITH) Hiraeth soul… A soul forever wandering, in search of a place that no longer exists, or maybe never did. Looking for a home that no longer exists. Yearning for a place to fit. Her soul crosses many planes of space and time. Her heart is searching for what feels like the divine. She searches and wanders. Her body way down yonder, stuck...

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Why I Write He asks why I write And I say I must Because the words, you see Flow as easy as blood in my veins The pen as natural as the air I breathe Without it, I explain The maze of my mind couldn't handle it He asks how I write And I say that my method cannot be taught For...

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As the pale, pacific moon hung low, silent and still, waiting for this day's receipts. When echoes of day's purchases will be absorbed either in the heavenly or hellish holes of the waning moon. Weary with wars, the deceit of greed, where hate is heralded more, the selfish, superior ones, their darkness dimming their light,...

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False Profits Yeah, That's Spelllllllled Write And ‘Rong. DIS-COMFORTABLE! Both Lies. I'm Unworthy Of Questioning Their Pompous Asses, And Certainly Unwelcome To Succumb. Thanks – 1 -Gray Squirrel 07-10-2025 ...

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oh what dark wine sea of red umbrellas to keep us warm and protect us from the quiet storm...

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