In summer trains
where it is hard to sleep

(poem in caption)

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Wingless bird
That is lost is lost
That remains is remained
In between the sky and earth
I am no future nor memory
I float, I giddy, I fall
A clog of regret, doesn't regret
I am grey clay beneath a pond
Not even fit for lily
I got to cry, don't cry
I am lost, but that is lost
Is lost
I am a conch that has noise
I am weed, I am time
I am the ocean stagnant
I am the wind, water, and fire
But I am silent
I am not who I am
I'm who wants to be a weapon
I, I sit shrouded, feared, crumbled,
And sobered on my bed
Like a starless sky
Without moon and sparkles in face
Barefoot, untouched body
Walking to the midnights
And fall to the dawns
Handles and emptied I am hell and void
To whomever I meet
A wingless bird

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If you believe everyone is unique
And everyone has their attribute
You will learn to accept yourself

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There can't be words
There's only
"Lonely"

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Loneliness is not lack of people
Loneliness is lack of person

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When we come back after years
Searching the people who felt home
and realize all that we had these days
Was homeless feeling, we come back
To our strength

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With the birth of understanding and love
There borns a fear of losing

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Flying yet not free

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I thought, I write
To become a famous poet
Now I realized I write
To search me

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Look! how I stand
Dreamless and desireless
With no fear, nor love
Still and dull
Floating in the mid sky
Look at me
How tasteless and ambitionless!
Is this atonement?

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