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Tuesday, August 3, 2021

Your anxiety is the prize of me.

It awakens the creator.

Your right to freeze.

And be so meek.

You stress to unrest.

Blow it like you own it.

What’s that exactly?

Your soul—it’s almighty.

And brightening us lively.

Loving and thriving.

Learning from those conniving.

We correct them,

Then pry them free.

Because they’re us.

How surprising… 🙃


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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