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I couldn’t resist staring into the perpetual night sky. Resting under the tree of knowledge, I feel so alone. I contemplate just who am I, living right or dying wrong? What’s the weight of my accomplishments? My mind conflicted with the who’s and whys. If time is God given, what do I get if I…
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The way he read my mind was as like he resided there, without fail- reading my raised goose bumps as if my desires were lifted- brail. Both exchanging compliments of greatness to give, no longer the forks’ in the road in search of cages– for the heart’s soulmate, too live. Found his words tasty as […]…