Poems about think - Lina Ru

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What we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either...

Why care about a stranger when you think, my struggle. Why care about an associate when you think,...

I’m at the entrance of grief where even nightmares weep, children fit in boxes stacked until...

I’m green and fire, risen after a wish. Music cleanses me. I grow from a seed. He, who...

What I call evil, is not a something but a withdrawal, destruction without reconstruction, a lack,...

We are all emerging buds lifting the veil of delusions while some are deluded by privilege, others...