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Sea of Wilted Hope
I watched you lose your color. I watched your hues turn from an Indian red to a dull shiraz, but your nourished roots give your petals a tinge of shine. The last living bud in a sea of wilted hope now glimmers anew.
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Serenade the Split
Leaves are just leaves until he falls asleep. With closed eyes, he finds a songstress serenading the split between mind and body, like cracked leaves cascading down on wet soil.
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Taong Grasa
He stands alone on the corner of North Broadway and Avenue 21. He accepts the grit and grime of Los Angeles’ embrace. He stands oblivious to the global pandemic and human panic. He stands dressed in layers of clothes drenched in soot, blackened by years of isolation. He stands alone as drivers pass him by.…
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Visions of Vishnu
Daydreaming At night Wandering Dark alleys Constipated mind Hide behind Visions of Vishnu Cracking Tail end lights Of dying stars
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