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Never Far Enough
Sound is slowed, and suffocatedRoar of engines disappearChilled by thin air confiscatedDoor opens, heart drops, fear.
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A Poem by a Sick Man
Purple skies above my roof Windows streaked with golden hues A gorgeous day not spent outside I’ll probably die alone in here.
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Artificial Intelligence
Mainlands travel like stormy seashells. Big, lively whales calmly pull a sunny, cold breeze. Love, adventure, and love. Love is a big mainland. Stormy, misty captains roughly pull a warm, cold breeze. – Generated by wlonk.com
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The Blaggard
This is an incomplete poem I found on my phone. Here for your enjoyment.