The PhilosopherA Poem by MerakiMy thoughts of plenty Each running rampant, barreling into the other Leaving chaos and havoc In their tumultuous wake Until the moment I might Reach a conclusion What fun they are having Pains echo in the back of my brain I both long for and dread A time they are still.
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Added on January 12, 2015 Last Updated on January 12, 2015 Author
MerakiAustin, TXAbout"And she tucked herself away in a corner, quite foreign to the crowd around her and all that kept racing through my head is that the best kind of beauty is the kind that is mostly ignored," -Christoph.. more..Writing
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