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WORDS ARE NOT YOUR 
REALITY, THEY ARE YOUR PERCEPTUAL PAINTBRUSH THOUGH.

There are the words we conjur up, to conjur up the pictures of all the things we can see in our minds.

We examine our thoughts and observations. Some of these our surface problems, musings, the echos of our own soul, and all that we could yearn for.

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Sit, then listen, explore and craft what you may want to do with all of this. 

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In grace, all contemplations can be fruitful.

IN 3 OR 5 LINES 'Most of the time'

A journey of short 3-lined and 5-lined poetry, that is creatively observational, felt, and experienced.

It's a short 132 page read, that may just perch itself on your mind, as you process how you yourself view things, or maybe it's just the popcorn piece you needed for, if only a few smiles.

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OMMITED EXAMPLES

THE RAIN AFTER THE STORM

The patter of spit

encourages like applause,

after Earth shakes less.

Atlas rests his shoulders now,

and the cold heavens thank him.

DAMNING CYCLE OF THE SUPERHERO

Forever turmoil.

The constant nightmare of foes,

with the biggest one,

being the donned cape, eating

the hopes of a wanted life.

POOL

Azure filled soft-box

swallows bodies like pickles

in an open jar.

YOU

You find out the thing

that matters most; the closing

bracket: all to want,

to all i need to want, to

wanting all I need to have.

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