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Poetry
I made
in every rhyme
and shade

but yet
I couldn't celebrate
I've hardly
qualified for any grade.
 Mar 2020 Tori Schall
r
There is a bluff
overlooking
the shipwreck
of love, steeped
in dreams best
kept in sleep’s
fog, shattered
and abandoned
on the rocky
hard shallow
depths below.
 Mar 2020 Tori Schall
FreeMind
How long until I stop writing about you? Seeing you in my dreams?
Another year? Another month? Another day?
Or perhaps this is the last time...
That's a lie.
Even in death, you would be on my mind,
Lurking.
My biggest regret, and my biggest achievement.



-FreeMind
March 13, 2020
#104
 Mar 2020 Tori Schall
Asominate
I suppose as long as you embrace the death of your sanity,
It never truly dies.
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