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Behind aging eyes open to the sights of daily life, ethereal beauty, and indescribable wonder, and before the infinite expanse of a decaying mind.
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Dark are the Skies
February 25, 2014 - Dark are the skies
Through your sleepy eyes
So it seems
But forever bright
In the light of your mind
Will be...
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Little Children, Do Not Play With Fire
February 09, 2014 - I turned the corner and walked past him, but I still didn’t see him--took a while for my brain to recognize a man. But w...
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Love In Darkness
February 01, 2014 - Even during those times that it seems all is dark and none is right,
even during those times that it seems truth is s...
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