Poems from cb1102

a pruned tree sits in the corner of a room naked but for its vibrant green leaves  pruned  trimmed  cut to shape and size,  perfect in all...
To one day feel whole Without the hesitation  Of one who dips their toes  Tentatively upon the surface  Of the water  To one day feel whole...
I sit like a cat  Upon a windowsill Looking inward instead of out Inside the quiet home sits  Happiness  Inside the quiet home sits ...
trying to dislodge all the thoughts in your head  a swift slap across the cheek ought to do it  shake your head until all you can hear  is...
I sit like a cat  Upon a windowsill  While the city beneath me  Stretches and yawns  The sun pokes her head  Up over the waking giant's...

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