Tag Archives: Alive

AESTHETIC UNIFORMITY: BEAUTY BEHELD

Sat within our tomb of frustration There lies nestled a motivation of birth; A flowering of the possible in-between The individual passionate endeavour.

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IN MOMENTS BETWEEN THE SILENCES I FEEL ALONE

In moments between the silences I feel alone Though surrounded by you all in our home. You capture me through my voice Pulling me to a place where we might rejoice.

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