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dreams, graduation, life, Los Angeles, Los Angeles Poetry, loss, Observations, people, Poems, Poetry, survival, teenagers, Writing, youth
Steve McQueens ashes
Buddhist bells
Rootless trees
Floating in the garden
Cotton candy
On an empty beach
Dreams
Memories
Blending
Like rivers
Into the sea
Battering
Pulling
Relentlessly
At my heart
I like thinkers
But
When I open my mouth
An
Anvil falls out
I hear myself speaking
And
Don’t know who I am
It all makes sense to me
That
We never stop being
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