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@misplacednotes

should my © words collide with your heart in a dance of chance, my noble deed is complete. thank you for stopping by. call me Wanj ! 💛💛🌻🤗

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  1. Prikvačeni tweet
    23. svi 2019.

    Exhilarated to finally fulfill requests I've received to avail paperback format of my book😄 ebook👉🏾 paperback👉🏾 Fun facts about my book: i. Ebook is free with ii. With purchase of paperback, you get ebook @ $1.99

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  2. prije 18 sati

    The nonchalance whisper of days of a new season, found a speck of dust unbeknownst to most And a frantic drama of bees at war with to and fro about the mouth of sunflowers' summer The blues are the half heavens with clouds tinctured in subtle tones like cotton candy

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  3. 3. velj

    Some memories of the start Are a comfortable distance of the sun On the length of our skin O how summery they're, they're Sapphire lakes cradled within scripts That spell February as a hummingbird That's eager to find the tropics of spring And a rosy flare, flair

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  4. 31. sij

    Stains and Scars by For Illustration ( via Sketchbook ) and video editing ( via video editor ) by me, Wanjiru.

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  5. 29. sij

    In a world easily vexed Other than razors spat out It takes a tremendous effort To name a color without lettering it Maybe we need the lull of shooting stars Over our heads Before we can recall anything at all Before we're strung out By an apparition of the hereafter

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  6. 28. sij

    You'll find a butterfly or a dragonfly More so stillness Between howling gales that breathe like an adversary Then the years have your memories In black and white silence Of ossified wildflowers between them Now we take turns with stars; Spitting sparks until we fade

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  7. 27. sij

    The sun gathers in a wild blaze In the soft length of days gaze Still; wiser. I spend my days writing: Odd catastrophes And stun and shock and amaze The phrases are hoped to replace the dismay With the spell of simple words While tears dribble down the offering bowl

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  8. 24. sij

    Bending out of time Like a crumpled page With dendritic sentences And words hanging on their last letter Nonchalant bliss or a curse It all goes back to the start When the page soaks the ink We're baptised from a thousand sword cuts Or love songs We happen And we end

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  9. 23. sij

    Give me honey for every cacophony decade of my life: I've lived marching out of symphony, I have burnt my lips, melt my teeth and tongue eating fire; While I yearn in envy for the virulent autumn— a fire display on leaves soon to burn; Soon to bow out of shape to ashes

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  10. 22. sij

    I woke up to a beehive dawn of feet pacing, tracing, and mapping their fate, rising dust on puzzled pavements The last of today is worn and a yesterday--an obstinate quiet; waving, begrudged as a pastel peach gloaming, swaying and sauntering to my glass of red wine

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  11. 17. sij

    The Blooming by Courtesy of Illustration ( via Sketchbook ) and video editing ( via video editor ) by me, Wanjiru. Background music via Soul of Wind on YouTube.

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  12. 15. sij

    Uninspired and tired, I disrobe my skin and leave it on the bed In muse of rattled bones I ran for the open door O how the soulful sahara sun with a flourish, spellbinds the horizon in gold dust To answer my prayer To bloom and rise anew Visions enkindle and burn

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  13. 14. sij

    A caged parrot harvests the sky as blue— The black and the blue, Where teardrops tumble down with little grace. If the saints prove me true, I'm not the one to prove the pirates false; For days are tides that rise and fade and rise new again Like a fibrous matrix.

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  14. 13. sij

    To do until done; no one likes to draft the tears before they dry as everything is opaline obscured as the summer mirage and the glide beat of up and down sun dawns and dusks in empathy of season before the tears dry the gypsy urges you on: To go until gone.

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  15. 12. sij

    Sail away Sunday⸺ in delicious languor kiss my lover on his forehead or on his cheek out of your heavenly blue out of your odds stacked against lonely burn, burn, burn until you're only embers where you meet the horizon star dazed and flute the call of timeless grace

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  16. 11. sij

    Tomorrow is neither sad or sorry or lively We'd argue it's a blank page but there is a past, one step behind time like the ink that hasn't yet felt the page Today said: Good morn to you, before you drive straight through the curve watch the sky turn from blue to black

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  17. 10. sij

    Old inquisitive, whenever tomorrow terrifies you you look and the clock turns...back Whichever midsummer art you're beauty serves as rest before it fades to black before it's cursed in false esteem And life's a proverbial knife for those that cling to their last breath

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  18. 9. sij

    What we didn't do as lovers: i. React with empathy. ii. Fight the apathy— we hid it visibly. iii. Was it simply our misery, that we didn't share a cup of tea? iv. Agile and kinetic on faults than on good rapport. v. Pride was held onto and no regrets were expressed.

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  19. 8. sij

    Ha! Figures. I'm currently divested of sleep and minimal progress 😝😅😅

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  20. 7. sij

    The green burns brown to soot-black the earth is overcast with shadows of death like a widow's veil Dust is bitter and repents at the mass burial, it has to mourn for it has no claim on paradisiacal life Maybe new dreams will obviate the loss and rains will restore.

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  21. 2. sij

    Crawling whispers find comfort in counting summers dead and gone and an obfuscate silent moment in time You remember, the galactic sunsets as charades to twist round your little finger into a little optimism Then, your candle lights swam in the wakes of dead and gone

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