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Words often fail me when I try to make sense of the world. Still, they offer something else. Senses, colours, feelings, and expression. They allow my distant mind to shape overwhelming moments into poems that attempt to make me transparent. I want to share them, in the hope that this transparency might offer someone, somewhere, a moment of peace.
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Words often fail me when I try to make sense of the world. Still, they offer something else. Senses, colours, feelings, and expression. They allow my distant mind to shape overwhelming moments into poems that attempt to make me transparent. I want to share them, in the hope that this transparency might offer someone, somewhere, a moment of peace.
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Words often fail me when I try to make sense of the world. Still, they offer something else. Senses, colours, feelings, and expression. They allow my distant mind to shape overwhelming moments into poems that attempt to make me transparent. I want to share them, in the hope that this transparency might offer someone, somewhere, a moment of peace.
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