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Dreaming of My Bedroom

There are at times, the good nights—
    where there’s felt the softness of lilacs,
    their color deciding to fill up the morning sky.
There are blossomed animals, soft and dreary-eyed,
    I witness them from the window of my room,
    the glass felt more like a clear. heavy water.

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Bearing Fruit

Perpetually fixed, perfectly placed in the
ripeness of summer,
forever teetering on the cusp on June and July;
The body is heavy, flushed, rife - youthfully fertile and
yielding younglings monthly
tenderly sweet, thickly rich as
they dangle from outstretched limbs;

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What Could Have Been

walking at midnight in the city of lights
the street lights flickering with the stars above
a gentle breeze intertwines with my hair
feeling leaves crunch their little deaths
neath my feet on the cobble path

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Nature's Death

Birch peek with bark eyes,
The hunter shoots, something falls.
They saw nothing here.
Such silent centennials,
All death merges into one.

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Vaporous coils of smoke twisted and wafted around the glistening marble pavilion, permeating the air with the sweet aroma of rose that emanated from the copper bowl squatting in a corner of the room. Braziers blazed throughout the pavilion, casting a warm and comforting glow around the room.

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A Walk On The Moon

To summit, you must rise when the sun is asleep and walk across cratered terrain lit only by milky stars. A five-hour sunrise summit across five kilometres of rock. Good luck going to sleep the evening before. If you’re lucky, the previous day’s nine hours of walking exhausted you just enough to rest your eyes for a couple of hours.

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Philosophy and Peaches

He sat himself against a tree, looking out towards one of the natural clearances provided by mother nature and glanced at the trees as his fingers fumbled dents into the sides of the peach can. Pat was careful not to cut himself, cautiously increasing pressure until the top of the can collapsed in on itself in the shape of a dull crater.

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My Writing Process

The craft of writing, detailing how exactly to go from a simple and disorderly idea to a completed and coherent piece. here are many steps to this process — from brainstorms to an outline, from drafting to revisions, until you have something publishable. Writing is a mysterious and elusive artform. Whether it’s technical, creative, or copy — good writing contains something that cannot be taught.

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