Poems from wildwise

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poetry is life
an escape from the noise from the chaos within i slipped out the door and climbed the old tree on the corner. it was a clear night - stars...
it was late - just before dusk the chilly air felt crisp and sudden in our lungs. we rode on some rough straw bales strewn about the back...
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...

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