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Thanking God that I didn’t have to face the 7th level of hell known as NYC Transit for my morning commute, I walked towards the Ferry. I forgotten it was raining so that meant everybody had to squeeze into the dry overhang downstairs. You followed me and we picked a spot to stand up towards
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As the thunderstorms gather strength the last place I wanted to be was at work. My face lit by the abrasive florescent lighting and eyes numb from the light blue glow of the computer screen.i saw the clouds getting darker and more grey and my mind switched back to our very last time together. we
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I laid on my back the grass was softer then I thought it would be walking on it. It cushioned me and was warm with the lingering heat of the day that was almost done. I watched the sun, alight with it’s bunsen burner orange flame glow, set in the sky. the fireworks began but
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Let’s pretend I am a poet Could I kidnap you? Take you to my house and laugh limmericks onto your lips, hum haikus in your hair, sing sonnets against your skin, while I embrace you with my expressions Vanish your vexations with my voice and soothe your spirit with simplicity Would you let me kidnap
Wandering & Wondering 