I stroll through life without a purpose, surviving every storm, the rain falls almost everyday, it’s to seem the norm
If the sun does not show itself soon, then.......
I’ll be gone.
Not even knowing.
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Glance at the phone, contacting no-one, letters unopened, see bygones be gone, lie in a darkened room, while not wanting to venture outsid...
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Movement is to do, better still not! It is a feeling, a moment in time a thought or a critique sublime never mind the bullshit be easy on ...
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Clean light does not shine here anymore magnolia walls have become dirty to the floor grey linoleum floors sticky past directional tape the...
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