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this mood
these times
that once
those signs
and the -
lack
the complete
And utter
lack
of the sound
of breaking glass
none of its
shrill announcements
splintered
shattered
nothing...
i feel
a soft pride
glow in my chest
as i recognise
acknowledge
confess:
one
these base instincts
for what they want
not what they are
and two:
being strong enough
not to sway
in a familiar breeze
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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