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zimeon submitted a contest entry to Write a poem or letter to the world about an experience that changed you or your life for the better 1 months ago
Gut Trust
Trust is the prelude of gust
Fast and strong a result,
Of experiences that crushed,
Words you cussed for being hushed.Among the rust avoiding to be corrupt,
Discussed myself trying to readjust,
Occult is the trust tucked behind the cult.It wants to interrupt playing in the front,
While being in disgust selling you mistrust.
And what’s there to trust, when it instruct you insults?What’s just is to be found after the hunt,
Once the gust of trust dust your guilt,
There’s nothing to be fear,
see the balance tilt to what is near,
it’ll make your problems disappear,
all you feel that’s real and dear,
Trust itself will find you peace.Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am
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Your flow is so good! This feels almost like a lullaby. I love the way you rhyme words together, like “corrupt” and “hushed” and “readjust”; you’re so creative! This piece feels like a veil is slowly lifting and I’m really glad you shared 🙂
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