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My poetic peace is called: Savory.
“The happiest is one thing that keeps you afloat”.
Watching
Staying in the seconds of a second, an internal shaped space to your own walk.
Is the past of what it take's to run your 300 mile run, your first peddle on the bike that shakes and you see only black to look to watch the person run next to you.
To ride away the scared emotions to shake the fear from your belly. To not see the dark. Or to share your journey and realize savored is favored always by me.
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My poetic peace is called: Savory.
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