I sleep when the stars forget to shine,
Eyes wide open, scrolling time.
2AM — my haunted hour,
Where silence hums with quiet power.

One night, the mirror caught me off-guard,
No angles, no edits, just me — hard.
Muscles softened, edges blurred,
A body I knew, now slightly slurred.

Flesh where firmness used to cling,
Like my strength got up and left in spring.
No tears, just a stare t...

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I want to see you move

Like a tree swaying in the breeze,

A unified grounded force,

Dancing as smooth as skin

on a newly born child,

Rhythmic as the universe,

One single movement,

Lasting an age,

A dreamy wave.

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The Poor Little Dove/Michael Kwack

To watch the wave play with the wind,

I sat by the museum garden pond.

Then a small pigeon came flying,

Landed to her feet, tiny and cute,

And stared up at me, a bit intensely,

Only blinking her eyes, no other move.

She was like a camera model baby,

And I recalled my infanthood pictures.

I started taking some ph...

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