like tiny seashells
in your cupped palm,
flower petals
will all one day wilt
(from too much air
and too little water)
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- anticipation
- anxiety
- progress
- oklahoma
- a leaving song
- timekeeper
- jernalistik endevors
- driving in the rain
- cutting through the fog
- thunderstorms
- new ampersand improved
- spring pushes through
- material gain
- haiku story
- uncertainty
- silence
- calculated efforts
- academia
- existences, draft two
- and when the saints come marchin' in
- note to the reader
- satisfaction
- universal meaning
- deadlines
- parental guidance
- ampersand love
- backseat
- blurb.
- when you run your fingers through my hair ...
- meadows
- new beginnings
- grassy pastures
- existences
- dominance
- &&& a sense of urgency
- the circle of life
- miniature
- cough
- fragile
- closure
- indeterminancy
- subjectivity
- smooth
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