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@Yelenab · 3 years ago

On an undecided day of September

The clouds gather on an undecided day in late September They change shape fast, talk to the wind Some are angry, some are gloating Yet it's not yet time for rain Or is it? Autumn should announc...

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@Yelenab · 3 years ago

Fragile as a snow flake

Beauty was not her strong suit. Not that of the usual canons. She had something else. She was fragile, like a snowflake. Her small frailties that she held between her fingers held her up, without...

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@Yelenab · 3 years ago

I became a tightrope walker when life became thin when the emptiness has eaten the grips and silence swallowed my world I invented myself as a clown when tears stole my smile and I couldn't cry no...

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