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daily waking suns and whistling leaves

the astral has been my sacred reprieve


i’ve wondered how many days i could maintain

smiles and laughs in spite of the pain


then i realized, i had the thought

it was inside my head i was most distraught


so i went outside to watch and listen

it was not the sun but myself i saw glisten


b.n.

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