acts of charity
seeds scattered from an airplane
indirect rewards
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we are the homeless
vagabonds of dawn's decay
dew in our closed eyes
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my world would be lost
if you blink you might miss it
so small this poem
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ice cream entices
if money was a flavor
who would eat chocolate
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young boy with carrot
imagines he's jedi with
orange lightsaber
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white flowers on green
my little daughter dashing
destined wedding gown
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happiness spins free
happiness is momentum
happiness is earth
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grasping in the murk
mucilaginous word choice
adhered to my tongue
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radioactive
houseplant bites me, will fight crime
asleep in sunlight
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