Happy to report

That SF still pushes all the right buttons.

Dog

To you,
I am
steps
on the stairs,
a passing set
of
rhythmic
depressions.

I try
not to take
your growls
personally,
Nature's proxied
arbitration
of intrinsic worth,
but instead
to see me as you
see:

A passing set
of rhythmic
depressions.

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Stories
Grass
Sunshine in every corner
Old armchairs
Words, marvelous words, soul-enriching, gravity-defying, made up, inspiring, archaic, gallivanting words.

Thought

No thought, alone, is capable of engendering happiness.

Não

Não
quero ser reconhecida,
poeta
Não
quero ser só parte do
passado
seu
Não
quero ser
profeta
Mas
sei como a vida
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