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Reconciled Glory
Figuring the forms of the nature divine presented us with, rising up those shadows under the sunlight and crawl up the tree trunk, the...
Chapter 7: Straight Highway
I put my gloves on, with my black shades, turn the keys, and start the engine blades, turn the accelerator, and begin my journey ahead,...
A poetry blog, for the not so poet in you
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