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I fear not the unknown, or the unfinished Nor the angry breath that rises within it The broken vase, the untraceable face The spirit has a physical limit

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saddened by the rip in his jeans and the blood on his hands the boy ate his apple, the flavors were metallic and void of color; his young imagination was capable of so much more. then thinking of Time as … Continue reading

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The lake, the sky The silhouetted ridge line It is here I find my forever

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