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Little Ideas

Whispering tunes

Of love

To myself

To keep going

To keep

Believing


Quit reminders

That miracles are real

In the void

Of white noise

These whispering tunes of love

Keep me pushing forward


The little idea

About a deep connection

With

One of these faces

Keeps me

From drowning in the deep


These short poems

that I write to myself

Are here

So I can

Stay myself

And not get lost

In the sea of razor blades and bad dreams.


-CH 8.11.23


 
 
 

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