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 Jul 9 Moo
paul sheridan
your heart is just a pump, love
and if I broke that
you’d be dead, but you’re not      ..
 Jul 9 Moo
Qualyxian Quest
my desperation
     isolation
   trepidation

           Ole!
 Jul 9 Moo
kevin
Been
 Jul 9 Moo
kevin
Tried black in white
Write off in white in black
Ten woke businesses of shake
Stilled at the bottom of a lake
Wasted air drunk
Jest ranks of just.
Hubris in corpus Christi
 Jul 8 Moo
Isabelle
i touched your soul
and scribbled my name on it
love, you’ll never get lost again
 Jun 29 Moo
Harry
Not Yet Known
 Jun 29 Moo
Harry
still he wonders
if she remembers him too
yet not knowing
she wonders too
609 days
but i'll stop counting
i said 608 days ago
 Jun 29 Moo
Nat Lipstadt
Do not stand
          By my grave, and weep.
     I am not there,
          I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
     Do not stand
          By my grave, and cry—
     I am not there,
          I did not die.
— Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_Not_Stand_at_My_Grave_and_Weep
 Jun 29 Moo
Dr Peter Lim
Life in one word:
wishing
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