What Crosses My Mind
Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.
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Quiet sometimes is pain,
seething, raging, unforgiving.
Life builds upon events,
those that serve us well,
yet so often we fall upon
our own sword.
No intent really, just lucky.
Wonderful ♥️
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