Taken by the new age smell,
Intoxicatingly white in her face -
A panicking photon stripped of its way
Traveled through its bones - confetti thin -
Branching out like a lion’s rounded roar
Amongst a field of tall, yellow grass.
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cool keep writing
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Thank you. Lately I’ve been writing on an every other basis.
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nice 
keep sharing with us
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