If I could drink the sky, I would drink it at dawnWhen the air is cool and freshAnd tastes of new beginnings.I…
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Hope for Palestine Amidst the chaos and the pain A a land where hope seems in vain There lies a people with…
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At six I first experienced loss My dog had passed, leaving me alone I wept for her on the day I was…
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The back and forth of the pale yellow tinted cards We pass them to the pile in sharp manners Sly glares are…
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Burnout, exhaustion, fatigue, depletion I can’t do anything and can’t find a reason Never-ending, always new, assignments incessant I just don’t feel…
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my heart goes out to you, boy of the smiley-face moles, brought out even more profoundly by the darkening of the…