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The very fabric of your existence started to tear becoming frayed along your edges, you were left naked with time’s undressing, your zip..

Going through my own revelation what I saw and what I heard was not how I felt.

He who seeks her window will find the opening but not to her door.

All moments passed are the events of today remembered as yesterday.

The circus was no more an act of events that had us believing that everything was possible within our ring believe it or not.

He who gathers every moment creates a memory in remembrance as shadows cast are shadows lost in the eclipse.

Sadness was no more the build up of tears that had to let go.

A place of death was common ground while life’s journey was unknown.

An important announcement for everyone human. Make sure you have ten toes, eight fingers, two thumbs and twelve pairs of ribs. Hold on to them..

What becomes of the broken hearted but a pile of letters of love lost sentenced to divorce. Love, love, love! Where alt thou? But cast adrift ..