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As I Sit

life likes to sit
on precarious ledges
dangling from infinities
as though they were zeroes

expanding and changing
life surmounts every summit
with no goal in mind… 40 more words

Poems

3 Ways to Escape Your Tribe

I love ya. I gotta go.

You’ve started to entertain the notion that keeping identity with your tribe makes less sense than ever before. And you wonder at your own sanity because the facts before you do not match the story your tribe keeps telling: 369 more words

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