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Winter...The swift icy frost sped passed,trailing perplexed,the direction zig~zagged.The force of evolution's hand,as The Universe spoke volumes to ma..
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A racing thought I had to release.
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A description that is purely metaphor, any perspective can be drawn from it.
Yet, it is a way for me to express when strength becomes a mind set, wit..
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Thoughts to spill, ink to stain, no time for shallow, my depth remains....
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*Some days I sit,in the stillness,statuesque.Retreating, from the realm of physicality,I enter a cloud-like existence,a connection of sorts,into the l..
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How wicked is thy tongue?Lashing gashes into the soul of the innocent.Devastating the youthful mind.
Take care,For those words that whip from you mou..
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A free flow, a philosophy from yours truly.
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Upon my return to "Slaver's Bay",Where butterflies torture in admix and play,dodging Monarchs,plagued by "mummer's farce",hiding 'neath tales and name..
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I once believed I had found a place,where open hearts and minds thrived,craving the freedom to release their minds creations,to soak up inspiration fr..
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HAD TO
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