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By admin, 25 November, 2023

In time we often become one with those we once failed to understand.

In time we often become one with those we once failed to understand.

By admin, 25 November, 2023

I don't fuck much with the past but I fuck plenty with the future.

I don't fuck much with the past but I fuck plenty with the future.

By admin, 25 November, 2023

The very reason I write is so that I might not sleepwalk through my entire life.

The very reason I write is so that I might not sleepwalk through my entire life.

By admin, 25 November, 2023

I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

By admin, 25 November, 2023

When my cats aren't happy$$$ I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood$$$ but because I know they're just sitting there$$$ thinking up ways to get even.

When my cats aren't happy$$$ I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood$$$ but because I know they're just sitting there$$$ thinking up ways to get even.

By admin, 25 November, 2023

In friendships I had been most fortunate<br>Yet never saw I one whom I would call<br>More willingly my friend.

In friendships I had been most fortunate<br>Yet never saw I one whom I would call<br>More willingly my friend.

By admin, 25 November, 2023

Kiss me$$$ so long but as a kiss may last!

Kiss me$$$ so long but as a kiss may last!

By admin, 25 November, 2023

Poetry is a sword of lightning$$$ ever unsheathed$$$ which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

Poetry is a sword of lightning$$$ ever unsheathed$$$ which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

By admin, 25 November, 2023

Nothing in the world is singl;<br>All things by a law divine<br>In one spirit meet and mingle.<br>Why not I with thine?

Nothing in the world is singl;<br>All things by a law divine<br>In one spirit meet and mingle.<br>Why not I with thine?

By admin, 25 November, 2023

A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

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