Poems from mary cassandra

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poetry is life
that first sip of smooth earl grey in the morning the chilly, clammy air before the sun rises that moment when you open your eyes take a...
altitude. {you, i} gasp for air {i am, you are} used to the thickness the sweltering heaviness of life down below. but up here {we are}...
who am i? a culmination of all my past thoughts hopes actions dreams beliefs? am i more than the sum of the parts? am i tangible am i brave...
               haunting                                 delicate                                                  enchanting...
...take it slow. revel in the magic this moment holds. savor the complexities                                     and fullness...

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