Poems from wildwise

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poetry is life
[I] approach the tipping point  the straw that broke [my] back. at a loss for words expression has no expression, is not an expression...
isolation. seclusion. the crowded emptiness of popularity the silent longing and the 'bottomless pit'. maybe a self-imposed quarantine....
They don’t realize it But they do They are expected to know everything They are expected to be perfected By imperfect people They are...
even my confusion is abstract. I never took art class, so I don't know how to interpret myself.  like I'm a Dead Sea Scroll- I feel ages...
hearing the ancient tale and with a shiver feel a connection with the mind of ancestral souls   staring into the song of the stars heart...

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