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Saturday, December 21, 2019

To a place where our worries drown,

In waters and speech has sound.

Dreams come true without asking aloud.

The holidays are what you make it.

Peace, joy, and happiness which you’ve created.

Behind each star is a place.

We made it.

Heaven’s further behind each star.

Prove it.

In our heads.

A place joy spreads.

The light in dark presence.

Be a thought-master and elate it.

Feel good now—trust you can spread it.

Today, for tomorrow awaits your wave’s bliss.

Virtue, it’s in you, so don’t ever forget it foo’…

Don’t ask; do what sheers your truth.

Heaven’s beneath you; trust in you.

Hell is what you make, so don’t.

Doubt the ease profound.

This is word of mouth.

I cant figure me out.

#AmWriting in trusting.

Knowing it must be.

A few last words.

So, goodnight.

Ambiguity.

Kiss doubt.

Bye now…

-Budd

Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes because no one can 'read' him. And it's a great way to hide public thoughts...

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