sometimes I write poems
and very sometimes I share them
if I could put into words the feeling running uphill through the snow laughing at imaginary words running through my brain it feels pure as it punches the air right from my lungs it feels the way life is supposed to be simple and white with golden streaks of sunset […]
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I long for the cracks of ice under my feet, the place I once called home. I long for the pebbles scattered on the street. The cold air reminds me of living just because another place, another time. Now I struggle to recall the person I once was. Biking through the sunsets,
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