The sun finds my face,
even after sleepless nights;
the world is still kind.
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It starts the same way every single time, more or less: * a wall of text, a cry for justice, typed overnight, or at lunch,
By Luna Jordan3 months ago in Poets
sometimes i feel so far from it all that i can hardly stand it; i’m drifting away from this place and all the parts of me that are known by another are mourning, dying, clutching at their necks, cursing themselves until they foam at the mouth
By angela hepworth6 days ago in Poets
the sky is weeping flooding streets, drowning my joy focus: summer plans
By Tina D. Lopez6 days ago in Poets
It starts with love.. The Power to the God Of War and Wealth Walk into a Chinese restaurant (even in Oklahoma, USA), a Chinese police station, a kung fu martial arts studio or even a Chinese temple and you often see a red faced warrior holding a heavy quan-do (spear like weapon).
By WILD WAYNE : The Dragon King4 days ago in Chapters
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This was nice, it felt blissful. Loved it