Mountains move when my fingers strike
yet they cannot rumble
Heavy rain on the streets
but I’m stuck with clear skies
trot trot trot trot trot
hooves on the cobblestone
but now they’re silent.
I hate when this happens
Recrastination
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Just Like Lana 
There’s a crack. Beauty falling out of the world, drifting off like heartsick dust.
And there’s a passion, struggling today because the words… the hug… something is not quite there, not quite holding. And it hurts.
But so does the world… and some precious part of it has just rekindled, candle-like, from drinking in the hurt you share like nobody else.
You just saved the Universe in eight lines.
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I may be humble enough to accept such praise 🤪
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