Wordle 193

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Brenda Warren

If I ingest enough wind

Will my heart chime?

Your arrival escapes me with a sigh.

I chase loose strands

With coquettish laughter

Wondering at the plains

Of your bare-skinned chest.

Even a stray may seek respite

Against a willing partner.

I harbor your silence

With restrained presentiment.

A pale hand thrust forth

LikeĀ a breakwater.

Let me dream a little more

Alone, with only nuance to govern.

There is nothing yet

To sequester my gluttony.

I wish that I were holy.

I wish that you were my first scar

And not the final molten quill

In a universal quest for light.

(3 tests this week, practicing for the National exam I am brain dead)

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Dandelion

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On tempestuous currents

These charlatan clouds

Dispensing expectation

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Dangerous are the angles

That disengage flight

One must remain round

To sustain buoyancy

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My wings are tender

From too much sunshine

The intimidation of fame

Can be hard to overcome

Will I remain intact?

Are do the best dreams

Harbor the darkest days?