#death
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imaginewe can row a cloudlike a canoeto wherever we wantand white swans follow? our paddles carved from the finest imagination,like river salmon heading out to sea.the rippling skies abundant with laughteras scented winds carry our dreams. in the distancewe see an islanduntouched by adults;a place just for uswhere tears do not exist. all the forgotten…
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My name is Pamiuqit means “dog with no tail”I was born in the tundraa vast nothingnessthat leads to my feet. Only fate can distribute calamityand the tundra is full of it.It rises like snow drifts in winterand sings through blistering windswhen the midnight sun has disappeared. It breaks the very ice you stand oninto pieces…
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a wooded area with a little creekcaptures the imagination of a childa day’s solace could be foundor tears hidden away from inquisitive eyes.even death visits and speaksnot yet childso endurance is the day’s lesson. laughter fades when the streetlights come onas slow-footed children make their way home.twilight’s gleaming applauds their effortsas the night chariots stream…
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I led a thirsty horse to an empty troughin a town without a name. Wrapped the horse’s lead around a wooden polethen stepped into the saloon.Cobwebs and poker chips littered the room.Overturned chairs and a broken piano left nothing for the imagination. Just another abandoned town with no story to tell. I step behind the bar.Old shelves…
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The Great Captain has gone insanelashing at the sea with all his mightas thunder echoes and lightning strikeswill he be forever lost? Dejected souls stand the shorelineawaiting answers that will never comefeel the rain upon the facefor its the only truth that still exists. The lighthouse keeper has fallen asleepthe light diminishes with each wavethose…
