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Death of the Cat
If curiosity killed the cat, then homo sapiens sapiens is closer to felis catus than humanity would like to admit, which is all the more reason to reach for new frontiers.
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We the Broken, Weary Now
The clock is broken
It stopped ticking a long time ago
stopped counting how much time has passed.
It's an old grandfather clock, oak wood, and sculpted to perfection
carefully crafted by hands
that belonged to men
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Pretty
You’re pretty like sunshine and roses
But also like orchids in moonlight
Like water reflecting the sky
Like tired nights when the wind heaves a sigh
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Somebody
I heard from a guy who told somebody
Bout the deserts dry
And the forests muddy
But they forgot to tell bout the rainy skies
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The Flame She Carries
Hope always looks like
something golden and beautiful and bright
but Hope has just fallen
her face streaked with dirt
Loves
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I am not afraid of spiders
Grief, in all forms, in all ways, changes you. I am not afraid of spiders—they crawl, and they creep, and they dangle from their long lines of gossamer webbing, and they watch me.
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Winter's Lanterns
Winter caught my Christmas lights
and froze them into icicles—
now even the cold knows how to shine.
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The Samurai
Japan, 1863. Across the globe, the civil war rages.
I made the long walk
Across the plains,
through the village path
under the stars.
At long last, I came to the monastery
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In My Heart is a Waltzing Girl
In my heart is a girl who
Waltzes to the beat
Of the thrum, who
Surrounds herself with millions
Of fairy lights that
Twinkle with the stars, and
