I burned my finger on a lie
I don’t know if it was yours or mine
looking at my finger
I now know
but it still hurts
after all these days
Day 2541, lie.
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Day 2539, tune.
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Even the brightest lights
dance on the tune of time
Day 2538, still.
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De river is still frozen I could cross it but she might wake though the silence calls on the other side the road I drive on is still not frozen
Day 2537, green.
Day's pictures, Poetry
They say that the grass is always greener somewhere around the corner but how many corners are there to not end up where you are
Day 2536, I have.
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I have a window outside for when I want to look outside for when I feel inside
Day 2534, who knows.
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I wouldn't mind
living
with myself
for a while
Day 2533, what?
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If I only could touch the warm water I see now I know how cold it is
Day 2532, though.
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Though you don’t throw a shadow over me you are still hanging suspiciously over me
Day 2531, sandpaper.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I sanded away my sorrows and now I have to rip the paper away the machine did its work the paper is filled with dust I am not much lighter but it feels smooth
Day 2530, current.
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Memories surrounded by hills
and mountains
fed by waterfalls that bring
cold water
to slowly renew the fjord
a part of the sea
its salt conserves
the current not there
it was always there
and will be
Day 2529, reflects.
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The moon reflects in what it pulls like I do with you
Day 2527, I saw.
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I saw only your shadow above me and it was hard to see if you flew away or straight down into the ground towards me
Day 2526, dissappear.
Daily picture, Poetry
You can shine a light on it
but why not three
and see the shadows
disappear
Day 2525, what happened.
Daily picture, PoetryDo you ever wonder
what happens
in between the seconds
Day 2524, window.
Daily picture, Poetry
The best room in the house is often
the one you can see the furthest
I wonder what that is about
Day 2523, another.
Daily picture, Poetry
Last night somewhere somewhere in my dreams I stood on dry land a pier underwater I was waiting for the boat it seems without doors only when I turned around did I see the door open
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