A magnificent tree, tall and tangled Sits above your glistening hair I feel you across the grinning grass You stop in silence For a brief moment you turn Breath in my aura Sing to me in currents Under the captured sun They might beat your voice down With sticks and thumps But all I hear is you Just you.
My passion is ... forever compromising my ability to be rational I know too much about ... knowing too little My parents always told me ... to take a stand My childhood ambition ... was to fool the world with what I actually know My favorite memory ... is made constantly in the past year Why I write ... To understand things better My first job ... made me realize that work is not where I am meant to be My best moment ... is saved only for me My inspiration ... today has no idea
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