TimeNov 10, 20191 min readTime and time alone aborts my life’s ambition.Frenzied fervor quenched by circling hands.Relinquish yesterminutes dreamAnd on to tomorrow.Who will miss this unspoken philosopher?
ShadowsShadows embrace the earth like an old chenille bathrobe. I hug my shadow to keep my spark alive. I’m not. I can’t. I am. I can.
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