Indexing Poems - Poems about Indexing

...The Whisper of Wind In rustling leaves and howling gales, The wind speaks in a thousand tales. Each breeze, a dialect of air, Indexing seasons, here and there. The Song of Birds Sparrow's c......

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...Recently, I awoke from a very specific dream-- In which I expressed my getting-a-B.A. scheme A long-time ambition I've put on the back-burner Delayed because I'm not much of a wage-earne......

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...my meme replacement therapy is going quite well because I can't handle everything thrown at me everything is a lot and GIGO to boot the fibrous growth in my ear said that the future signals us i......

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...trying to keep this simple a message to myself something for me a way to keep whats mine for me a not in my pocket of the things im achieving, striving, actively doing... a note in my other poc......

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...I’m tired of getting up early to deal with all this stress, I’m tired of indexing and handling all this mess, I’m tired of feeling stiff while my body aches, I’m tired of all this overtim......

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