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folly

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I feel panicked in the need of you,

drowned in desire,lost in lust.


It is temporary and magnificent.

Unknown, new, foreign.


I have ideals you aren’t allowed to tread upon,

yet I feel your boots dangerously close.

I have reason, I have statistics,

I have the notions you should not ignore.


I throw dying leaves to a cooling wind.

Their landing is not important,

only the flight and tumble,

only the forbidden spaces between.

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Trish Noble

Writer, Artist, Dreamer.

I design, write, and generally have fun

experimenting and creating things.

Even if I suck at it.

I am a Jungian enthusiast and avid dreamer.

I have four cats.  They all think I'm crazy.

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