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A small, pink flower grows up between the unfinished, wood planks of a home deck.

I flay myself
on the altar of art,
cut down to the bone,
break every last part.

I write it on paper,
type it into my phone,
share it with the world,
and feel utterly alone.

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The picturesque autumn view of a beautiful golden sunrise. A dense fog covers a mountain valley with gold-colored trees lining the foreground.

everything is here
for but a moment

like a whisper
half-spoken
nearly existing

vanishing
in the soft light
of a new day

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