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Check astarryeyedapril's Instagram • "We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust."
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• "We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust." - Rumi •

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Check poetry_ofthesoul's Instagram Dark feelings #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead 1433012596088529383_4479914939

Dark feelings #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead

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Check agfoxwriting's Instagram Flirting comes naturally to some... #poem #poetry #poet
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Flirting comes naturally to some... #poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poetrysociety #poetsofinstagram #poetryporn #poetryaddicts #poetryisnotdead  #writingcommunity #wordporn #writersofinstagram #wordsmith #spilledink #micropoetry #quotable #prose #spokenword #flirt #flirting #hummingbird #innuendo #agfoxwriting

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Check kevinrodvold's Instagram .
my shoelace is undone, and i can’t stop to tie it, but i know i can keep up.
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every intersection’s streetlights flash the same pattern: green, green, green, green, green, green, green.
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yesterday’s rain cakes our shoes with squishy mud.
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the morning’s four espresso shots provide little sustenance as the day continues step by step, but i know i can keep going.
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together, we are a monstrous shoal devouring open sea.
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a stretch of pavement shifts a slight but definite amount each day as the earth’s plates skate toward collision.
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where yesterday were brooding rainclouds, today there is open sky, and nothing to catch our voices.
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women’s rights are human rights.
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all around, the dying hills are a vivid, impossible green.
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. my shoelace is undone, and i can’t stop to tie it, but i know i can keep up. . every intersection’s streetlights flash the same pattern: green, green, green, green, green, green, green. . yesterday’s rain cakes our shoes with squishy mud. . the morning’s four espresso shots provide little sustenance as the day continues step by step, but i know i can keep going. . together, we are a monstrous shoal devouring open sea. . a stretch of pavement shifts a slight but definite amount each day as the earth’s plates skate toward collision. . where yesterday were brooding rainclouds, today there is open sky, and nothing to catch our voices. . women’s rights are human rights. . all around, the dying hills are a vivid, impossible green. . . .

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