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departure of memories, i don't write about someone no more

was connected to a cat last year, never found it past summer.

an exploration to the waters, from the mountains to the seas.

It's good to see, acceptance with some roots pulled away like the last hug.

her glow and toughness of a diamond dims the cuts made on another rock.

a raw version of "The Cat I Saw Today"

self-discovery and concise lines..

leaving behind thoughts and one, just as rain drops left with the sun.

a prose from flowers to lost connections

a turmoil of thoughts of a person dying and a person to die for.