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Saturday, September 5, 2015

write a whole master of works

just to watch them burn

a whole multitude of progress

practice is church

I think I see myself in the sunrise

so full of hope & anticipation

I fancy myself a mountain range

so stable,only eroded by the rivers & rain

In this I take solice

like no fears could ever consemate

not while I breathe

not as this pulse in my heart beats

I drink my cups of coffee over a few graphic novels

quietly as the day creeps

I believe I was made for this.

"how frightning" I think.

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