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Misty Memories, Clear Futures

Long before, I could understand, I understood that this wasn’t about me nor it was the world, in total. Both were subjected to change and changed, they do. They both changed and we both ended up here. It isn’t bad,…
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All Roses on the Gunshots

And the night shall fall short to spell, Another rain on the parched blood soaked in airy blue. To let hopes sulk in deep on concrete black road, Waiting to roll over with words invited to crack skulls open.  …
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Lost in the Noise of Purpose

Not all of a sudden, neither a planned effort it was and it had to be. It became either one when I came and sat down to write this idea of a thought. This, as minutely is been observed, has…
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Misty Memories, Clear Futures

Long before, I could understand, I understood that this wasn’t about me nor it was the world, in total. Both were subjected to change and changed, they do. They both changed and we both ended up here. It isn’t bad,…
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