not always honey.
sometimes, I hear them think
maybe when we die
we leave our love behind,
like a pair of sandals at
the beginning of a beach.

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~M
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"We are prophets of a future not our own."
~ Oscar Romero
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my enemy said to me, "love your enemy."
and i obeyed him and loved myself. gibran
Love the metaphors, especially the last four lines. I feel like you're branching out a bit, this is different than your usual poetry. But I'm okay with it. Let's make a deal: keep writing, I'll keep reading.
Yoshimi?
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Your humbleness is showing:
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my enemy said to me, "love your enemy."
and i obeyed him and loved myself. gibran
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Your humbleness is showing:
Tough, right? I've been trying to teach myself for awhile now. I've got six overtones above the drone, but I've a hard time making melodies with them, at this point. There's an interesting documentary about a blind American bluesman who travels to Tuva to compete in their annual competition, having taught himself how to sing the kargya earthquake style by listening to recordings. Forget what it's called, but it's a good film if you're looking for any inspiration.
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Your humbleness is showing:
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