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Kristin Reynolds, US
 

 

 

 

Monoku

 

Within the paradox of time
                                          hides expression right now

 

 

In order to walk alone
                                   one must first be shown the way…

 

 

For every time my fire’s been lit,
                                                  I have a hundred cold rooms…

 

 

You can't stop a bird from singing the only song it has ever known...

 

 

Engrossed in mediocrity,
                                        will stop the clock on what might be…

 

 

As heaven shines within each star,
                                                       so does your heart shine through your scars

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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