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SYSTEM OF BELIEF
The sun in my face.
 Serving as my enemy.
It’s kisses sting my neck.
I look around.
It’s just me here.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
Wherever you stand, do not take for granted, the moment and ability to pause hear the [birds chirping]. It is only a dream to many.
MY FLIGHT LEAVES
Poems to think about. Love... we all want and need!
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