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I can…..not draw
I can……..not paint
I can………..not write
I can…………..not rhyme

But I can
Imagine with
….Care

………………….Sometimes
To understand
………..People’s pain
To see their
………..
Perspective

Then I imagine someone
………..Imagining my pain
…..Through my words
To see my perspective
……………………………In this infinite mirror
……………………………
Of imagination
I can, not draw
I can, not paint
I can, not write
I can, rhyme

……………………………Because we see in our nature
……………………………………..In that mirror
……………………………And what is art
……………………………………..But reflecting
……………………………Our nature
……………………………………..To each other
……………………………………..For each other

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I can’t be satiated
With creating
With expressing
With connecting
My creativity is
Like the sky
Never changing
My expression is
Like the cloud
Ever moving
My connection is
Like the wind
Ever refreshing
So I can’t be satiated
Like my blood
That goes in out
Of my heart
And to my every corner
Of my body
My voice can’t be satiated
Going in and out of home
And echoing
To every corner
Of the world
I can’t be satiated with being myself!

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Just a reminder
I get sad too
I stay with sorrow
That burns
The sole of my foot
I blame myself too
For not checking
Their rules
The checklist for
Living life
I get confused too
With the structure
With the lack of love
Oh and the big one
I get lonely too
Intensely dislocated
But I have developed
An open arm
To all of them too

Among other
Things in life

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Let’s talk like how 50 years old Friends
talk like I will check if I was right when
I get to 50 And have a friend That will
listen to me What a new way of praying
To get to the age of 50 lol so let’s begin,
I will go “Oh the people I let slip through
my fingers Like a jewel to the vast ocean
How stupid I was back then For not
seeing the beauty of The natural care
they had for me And I had for them For
not seeing the beauty Of how they leaned
on my shoulders But I couldn’t use Their
shoulders wholeheartedly. Oh, my
fucking insecurity I wonder what would
Have been if I had seen All this back
then If I didn’t let them slip Through my
fingers…” I just realized Talking like 50
years old Was an excuse For me to
confess My stupidity But this also means
another thing I have noticed the hole
Between my fingers Now I know Where
to place them In the palm of my hand
And embrace them this also means I
have seen the speck in my eyes Now I
have to wash them With awareness each
moment Now I see clearly who I am
talking about Do you? If not speak to me
like you are 50 years old with a friend.

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