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poetrymotion
lets see if this idea takes
read the topic/ write a poem
todays topic : dirt
grit in my teeth
time itself salting my tongue
which ancient rock seeded your birth
lying beneath
making all things look young
why call you something as quiet as dirt
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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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