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old, moldy, writing
This is a short little thing i did about a year ago. its about a dream i had about an actual series of 'events' that happened about a year and half ago:
just walk with me, i wanna talk with you.
no one remembers this
words spoken to the cool clear skies.
i saw you and would swear that you saw me.
it was the dew on the grass
or the damp breeze that brought me to my senses.
o it was too easy, even for a drunk.
it was respect you couldnt see
through tear filled eyes
pleading.
I forgot the words, im sorry.
but I remember the way it felt walking away
alone.
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PLUR
Originally Posted by verklingen
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instead of setting out to connect all the dots, the intent of zen is seeing the dots, letting them connect and then seeing how oneself connects to them.
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"Knowledge speaks, wisdom listens" Hendrix
"A gentle answer turns away wrath, But a harsh word stirs up anger"- words to live by
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