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Tag Archives: Poet
The Secret
The Secret
The Game
The Game
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Lights in a cafe…
There is no doubt
A conversation between a boy and his Ego.
Stop, Pots!
A poem that forces one to think!
Words as Agents
A poem about the death of the inner ego, and a realization of truth.
A Daily Poem
A poem depicting a conversation between two emojis featuring no words!
The Hidden Light
The moments that freed me from the depths of illness, and allowed me to experience beauty.
Touched by Sanity
A poem about an appreciation of life.
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