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Throbbing bodies

A flock of birds

flew across

the evening sky.

If only

my sadness

could follow.

Poetry

Existing In the Inbetween

Tell me how you get back into the “mainstream” of life after living outside of it for years? All I want is a home in the city or┬áBY the city where I can walk down the street to a bar or restaurants or whatever… I want adventure!…. 6 more words

Personal Thoughts