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It’s a bright day, brilliant colors all struck from sunrays
And the night which followed was quiet,
Cicadas ain’t out yet, I’m still figuring out how I hear the same sounds
Miles away and still hearing ringing and shouts.
I could never make sense how the skyline is loud
How the blue feels like it’s fighting the sun in a bout,
I watch it from a window while academic papers ar...
Tuesday 17th May 2022 4:04 am
My Son My Sun
My son
My love
My beautiful boy
Everyday
You gave me
Joy
I kissed
Your brow
And saw sun
Upon your
Lips
And fire
In
Your mind
And
To hold you
Was the most
Of the best
Of the greatest
Feelings flowing
heartward
And I
Loved you
Beyond
Anything
Real
I need to kiss
Your brow
I need to hold
Your hand
I n...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 9:06 pm
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