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Nuanced, it's not, meaning, each word tumbling out of his mouth, another hammer on the head

for #mastoprompt

A moment of pause, in which rain that's been falling now catches its breath

for Algot

Night wanderer, you soar into sky with unexpected abandon

But who's been broken just to form you?

You are light and you are debris, dragging your coat though atmosphere, falling free

And when we were young, we thought we could taste the light of meteors on our tongues

#mastoprompt

No matter the years, the fears of being nothing more an imposter never really disappears - you just learn to live with it and forgive

for #mastoprompt

If skin is space, then I am constellation

I draw lines in the lost ink of imagination

I remember stories through connections across time

Each freckle, a nod to those left behind

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These strawberry seeds linger like art on the tongue; an idea, begun

How quaint, she whispers, a cup of tea and novel in hand, a knitted shawl from her sisters on her shoulder just a bit off-center, as we re-enter the cabin on the edge of the river, a fireplace flickering the only light for reading, but neither of us needing much more than this kind of quiet

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Worn beams weather the years

this house, stands, still

Walls have seen a myriad of tears

this house, stands, still

At night, we dream; then, disappear

this house, stands, still

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Beneath the branches, an abandoned doll

The tree stands guard, its roots engulf the small

Head askew, hands in dirt and muck, eyes ablaze, weathered in torn shawl

Either left or lost, or an escape from it all

Beneath the branches, an abandoned doll

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Future anthropologists finding writing specimens of this anthropocentric age will sift through acts of love mingled with words of rage

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