But unable to communicate it to others Struggling to find joy Reaching out for support Only to be let down by those…
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The Little Things I pay attention to the way the sun sets every night and take a picture if it’s different…
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Taste of Summer In spring break’s fleeting, blissful wake, A prelude to summer’s grand estate, A taste of warmth, of sun’s caress,…
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observations the city hums a lullaby of sirens a concrete cradle of restless dreams. the moon’s rays draw silver stripes on…
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San Francisco Nature The woods have never spoken to me. All the fanaticism over John Muir in the Sierras or Ansel Adam’s…
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half lives i think about it often the half of my life the half of my life i will live without…