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Seller of Dreams

I knew a man once. An old man who rode an ancient, rusty and rickety bicycle. He had eyes as white as the foams of the sea and taut skin that stretched tightly over his gaunt frame. He always had an old tattered knapsack that had been patched severally slung across his shoulders…

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Sumus

The butterfly revels in the adoration of the sky
Its colorful wings fluttering beautifully
As it goes from flower to flower distributing its essence
Forgetful of the nights it spent
Being stomped upon and called ugly…