I remember my temper Looking at the clock as I start the month of September As me and my family were together I felt…
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Tag: poem
The Carving
Branches of the trees don a rusted palette, The sharp air prickles throats, River water glimmers as it reflects the sky, turning to steel, It…
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I don’t (self) care by Sebastian Noël
Every time I have the gall to feel dissatisfaction At the cataclysmic pass rate I’ve achieved That familiar advice pops into my inbox The one…
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