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Gift Slave Poem
I've always watched you soar,
It was the landing that caught my attention.
Knowing that the sky has always seduced your spirit
in search of its border,
it saddened me
to see you perched on the limb of transcendental ascendance.
The Breeze of Time
will not allow you to occupy the sky.
But beauty
is Infinity never in need to build that nest...
RIP Mom
Sickness couldn't keep you caged, Lady!
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Gift Slave Poem
broke enough to not buy into false hope and dreams
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Gift Slave Poem
an epic stealth performance felt in CAPS and punctuated with a .
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