Musings

Dust speckles, 

Red sunbeams 

And forgotten dreams lying to be packed.

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If the coin does not move on its own... I'll try telekinesis! ;D

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Shhhh...there are pins around. Careful when you carry your hope bubbles!

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I threw some dream seeds into this air. It smells of a plant somewhere...

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There are always residues in conversations

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And then I had an epiphany... no many epiphanies! And instead of clarity It dragged home confusion

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Words that curl around your mouth-viscous like syrup. Sometimes like a cool light apple drink.

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Inadequate and always so! The perennial loop that strangles the circle of mad dances the breathlessness and the emptiness. Wishing that somewhere the jinx gets broken teach me the spell to unhex existence.