Poems from kumabooth

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All is one whole, and all is a miracle, so love yourself.
I want to sit long enough so that vines and flowers and lichens may become comfortable with my skin, then I will know what true love is,...
Everything is filled to the brimwith love undying, all inclusivethere in wooden brocades andabandoned rooms used for thepublic, a dull...
Whatever it is, it is to be given the totality of yourself, always, the dishes and film and half chewed beans and those molded noodles,...
Cessation is the explanation to my privileges of trust,I can make glories and prides in leaps and bounds, andevery flit and wriggle, I'm...

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