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if i look back, i am lost
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Noah Kahan

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Cosmic Funnies

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Stranger Things
noise dept.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@thatvirtualpoet
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#ididnthavescissorsthiswasmadewithnailclippersmyhandsandaprayerhaha.
A serene type scene;
green and me.
vines ; thorough and deep.
Acres upon acres it seem!
(In a little oneās eyes, atleast.)
A distant familiarity:
red and me.
Stained remnants of mulberry trees.
tomatoes and flowers and bees.
butterflies and squash and beans.
life tendered of seeds- a true,
matriarchy.
Medicinal remedy, a meal if one need,
and of course,
any and every treat you could please.
hay and sugar and feed.
warm and conscious and keen;
My grandma, my lead.
Home composed, and built to be.
Thank you for your life.
Thankful that you be.
A serene type scene;
Green and me.
My grandma, my peace.
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lil personal, but thats poetry right haha. rough drafted this few months ago, just polished it up to give to my gma in her Christmas card. š
R.G.S
I stayed down with you , till you showed me you were willing to stay there .
āread tomorrowā RGS
ākarmic ties āRGS
āODā excerpt.
Of course, I offered my light.
Stars within sight,
your lap as my seat.
earth below our mortal defeat.
As gods,
we made ourselves seem.
& for you,
an offer of me...
Upon knees, a pledge to die.
bodies tire & we tend to fight.
Repentance sought every night. Remember?
my lips wrapped upon you as I cried.
Stupid
Cupids
disease.
vers.2
āODā
I lost my mind a couple oā times .
A, ādrug inclineā
Iāve labeled mine.
Release of me, in all aspects feind-
high.
And so, of course I died.
To love,
is to touch the furthest of skies.
I jumped, oh I leaped, I grasped to believe
It was mine.
RGS
vers. 1
long time no c