Sri

Near the edge of euphoria- flirting with that state of tranquility that sri-heads never fully reach, that keeps us coming back.

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@Banks @Banks All love and strength to you brother. And god bless you and your beautiful mom and dad 🫶🍃🍂🪾🌸♾️

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@BenTillotson10 @KWayne853032 @davidicke In La’kech Ben, thank you!

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@KWayne853032 @davidicke Thank you, Mr. Wayne!

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@MrBeast Nutty bars!!!

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@shrkarimi سحر جان تولدت مبارک!!! تا دیدار بعد خوب و خوش باش‌داداش🫶♾️🩸🤝💝🎈

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Voices of the dead echo on processed jungle bark.
Grateful that I’m here to feel a candle in the dark;
Truth it simmers bubbles burns & warms my skin replete,
Goosebumps raised like scythes that cut the lifeblood from the wheat.

Womb to Urn.
Through
Which I Learn
To Breathe & Be

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@lilianweng Interested!! Thank you!

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Remember, by Ali

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Roll around the grass and find yourself again,
There in the past, walking with Maman to the library down the street,
Your finger tracing along the mortar joints of the shopping center you’d pass along the way.

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The sun would be setting,
And idle gnats, like specks of gold,
Would float in the air of Idylwood.

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We’d explore its woods,
Agrestal streaks.
Orange or red or yellow or green colored the space between the asphalt roads and brick buildings.

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Past the trees that have grown taller today,
Along the streams that have dried and turned to
Dirt banks where I rest my tired eyes and remember.

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Remember one night the sound of the door
From which a mother exited, her son in tow
Behind a father who read in the glow of the moon.

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Bench where we sat. Eating silence, our shared dinner.
Night, and our table had been clothed by the Moon,
Mirroring the glow of that great gas ball in the sky.

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Clothing us too,
Its presence still felt after disappearing.
Like memories, like the dead.

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Wounds or
Bliss that
Evanesce but remain.

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Remember, by Ali

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San Clemente