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    Borne On The Air

    𝒯𝒽𝑒 π“ƒπ’Άπ“‡π’Έπ‘œπ“‰π’Ύπ’Έ 𝒻𝓇𝒢𝑔𝓇𝒢𝓃𝒸𝑒 π‘œπ’» 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒢𝓉𝑒 π“ˆπ‘œπ’»π“‰ π“ƒπ‘œπ“‰π‘’π“ˆπ’Ά π“Œπ’½π’Ύπ“ˆπ“…π‘’π“‡π‘’π’Ή π’Έπ“Šπ“‡π“‡π‘’π“ƒπ“‰ 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π‘’π“ƒπ’Ήπ“π‘’π“ˆπ“ˆ 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓏𝑒,π’»π‘œπ“‡ π“‰π’½π‘œπ“ˆπ‘’ π“Œπ’½π‘œ 𝒽𝒢𝓋𝑒 π’Έπ“‡π‘œπ“ˆπ“ˆπ‘’π’Ή π‘œπ“‹π‘’π“‡ π“‰π‘œ π‘’π“‰π‘’π“‡π“ƒπ’Ύπ“‰π“Ž,π’Ύπ“ƒπ“‰π‘œπ“π’Ύπ’Έπ’Άπ“‰π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’»π’Ύπ‘’π“π’Ήπ“ˆ π‘œπ’» π’»π“π‘’π“Šπ“‡-𝒹𝑒-π“π’Ύπ“ˆ.𝐼𝓉 π’Ήπ‘œπ‘’π“ˆ π“ƒπ‘œπ“‰ 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔, π’·π“Šπ“‰ π’Ήπ“‡π’Ύπ’»π“‰π“ˆ, 𝒢 π“‚π‘’π“‚π‘œπ“‡π“Žπ’»π“‡π‘œπ“‚ π“‚π‘œπ“‡π“‰π’Άπ“, π“ˆπ‘’π“ƒπ“ˆπ‘’ π“Œπ’½π‘’π“‡π‘’ π‘œπ“ƒπ“π“Ž π‘’π“ˆπ“ˆπ‘’π“ƒπ’Έπ‘’ π’Ύπ“ˆ π“€π“ƒπ‘œπ“Œπ“ƒ,𝒢 π“ˆπ’Ύπ“π‘’π“ƒπ“‰ π“…π‘’π“‡π’»π“Šπ“‚π‘’...

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    Nothing More

    The cold air holds me now, a thin, vast shroud. Where weight and breath are ghosts of what they were. Watching the shore where life dissolved to cloud, a shadow drifting, utterly austere. The final silenceΒ should have been my...

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    Beneath the Eye

    The dark, warm plume begins to spiral high,A bitter velvet cloud against the pane,And in that fragrant steam, beneath the eye,The past returns, defying sun or rain.It is the scent of mornings laced with gold,The sharp, narcotic call of...

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    Without Key

    ...stuck in this riddleΒ aΒ long time, hauntingof unanswered questionsΒ I cannot graspΒ each breath a cold whisperΒ thick with dustΒ without a key to a puzzle of woven thoughtsΒ within my soul where I continue to dwellΒ Β Β 

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    Tongue-Tied Memories

    The past sits on my tongue, an aphasic weight. It is not an absence, but a presence, a collection of moments so vivid they have no easy words. I can see the afternoon light slanting across the worn floorboards...

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