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Happy wdc anniversary.
Happy anniversary.
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Happy 1st and to many more!
Kindest Regards, Lilli
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Happy WDC Anniversary, Sherasi!
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Greetings and Salutations to fellow Wordsmiths. I've been having a lot happen to me lately, so not much time spend on the site.

Here is a new work I am messing around with.
 Back at it again  (ASR)
Ramblings of addiction
#2270295 by Sherasi
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I've been working on my poetry and art website. The web address is:

I got exposed to Covid-19 so my whole family had to go into quarantine. I wrote a poem to 'celebrate' that exposure.

I feel ridiculous, standing here
with a Q-tip swabbing up my nose.
I feel demoralized, standing here
with a surgical mask over my face.
I feel isolated, sitting here
not allowed to leave my house.
I feel horror, that we can be so manipulated
and imprisoned within our fear.
But mostly,
I feel regret, for the loss
of our innocence, taken by the government.
I've been trying to put into words how I feel in situations being On the Spectrum (autistic).

How an autistic feel in crowds  (E)
Sensory overload for autistic people
#2265855 by Sherasi

Also, I painted a new painting that expresses how alone I feel, isolated at times.

You can see it in my portfolio.
How an autistic feel in crowds  (E)
Sensory overload for autistic people
#2265855 by Sherasi
I read a poem of death and thought, "I wonder if I could do that!?"

"The lights are flashing, I cannot see
The sounds are roaring like the sea

My life is flashing before my eyes
In the *recap I shiver, I'm in the *Bise

The cold North winds wail; take a toll
Plunging through and across my soul

With the Horsemen here rides Death
his bony hands steal my Last breath."

Lines: 8
WC: 57

*Recap: noun: a life review
*Bise: noun: a dry cold north wind in southeastern France
Bearing into the Shrouds  (E)
Death comes gently unto the night
#2265812 by Sherasi

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