Concealed By My Glasses My first ever glasses placed among my face Almost like a mask, hiding me away They say I chose them,...
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A Summer That Isn’t Here
A Summer That Isn’t Here The sun is late. It should be near. Or maybe I am wrong—it’s March, not...
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Untitled Oh memories, guardians of time, That arise in the mind like a gentle breeze, Bringing echoes of smiles and...