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| | | | | What ritual existsthat will not disruptthe remains of youthat I have woveninto my yesterdays? I will dig no grave,build no altar to death. I have misplacedtoo many memoriesinside a mythical boxthat I can neverseem to find. But every once in awhileI hear you call my name-- a stranger now, a ghostthat recollects who I was--someone... | |
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| | | | | Thinking: My purpose is utterly unreliableIts fluctuation is quite undeniableIn all respects unverifiableDoing: At times it's a giver of careOr laboring as much as I dareElse enjoying the hobbies and people I shareBeing: So the best I can sayIs my purpose changes each dayAnd I find that it's rather okay W3 Prompt #102: Wea've WrittenWeekly... | |
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| | | | | Image credit; Joice Kelly @ Unsplash For this week's #WDYS #WHATDOYOUSEE Poetry Image Prompt Sadje has provided us with the *image above which shows a man carrying two young children. One is sitting on his shoulder while he is carrying the other in his arms. The children and the father appear to be in a... | |
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