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Messed up Roads

This place is full of trees Having houses Side to sides with Messed up roads Also with cold breezing air That hits your face You can hear The noise of construction Birds tweeting in the morning The sun shinning over…

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Happiness in My Room

My room My room gives me my personal space. My room, makes me smell the fresh air that comes from my window My room room gives me time to ease the pain and think My room I love it when…

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A Empty Place

A place i call home. A place i call home. Not just any place but it’s a place. I don’t want to be myself in. A depressing place that leaves me no choice but to leave. A white wooden house…

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Enveloping Campground

The lilting sound of songbirds whispering on the soft breeze of sunrise The burst of warm pinks and oranges warming the heart As the dying embers coax laughs and smiles from those around us The shivering of the aspen leaves…

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Mala Vrata 6

As the sun peaks over the horizon, The sea is a sheet of glass The leaves of the palm trees, still soldiers, await the call of the wind. The town starts breathing. Slowly at first. The market opens. Then faster.…

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