We belong to brooks
that don't babble or attract
Among huge trees
that remain leafless in spring
We dance in rains
that leave the ground dry
We have to enjoy
at festivals that suck us dry
We are brothers
to the owls at night
We are broken, we are hungry for life.
Eunoia☀️ 
we are??
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Those of us that don’t feel like we have one……
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well i m sure i know not what it is nor who you are./
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we do eunice or are you someone else? not sure.
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“We love this piece!” 🌹✒🌹
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We are glad you do
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I’m very honoured by this
Thank you so much
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Nice
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