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Pixie Dust
Shudders, of Fading colors are used to sift the sunlight
making rooms warmed by floating dustspecks
every move we make spreading air that hold them aloft
these visual fairies that play on unseen breath
Imagine as I do some rest for tired wings
as my toys of mind float out of sunlights beam
lost to the world I made in this moment
Pixie dust for the child I get to be...wish I could be
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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