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Loyalty and lack ... frozen in habit
my condolences to all who think the way I do...Rapid denial..limited truth
I take the hard way when I pull out my tooth, slowly and painfully, never in one move.
Through the leaves on the branches on the tree on the ground, is a picture that sounds like a variety of sounds, some noisy, some smooth, delicate or grooved, it's moving effortlessly and all of it's true.My conolences to those who live from interpretation, it never is justified and leaves you in lack.
My respitory system is what stives me to keep on. Because it's natural and I'd rather not tamper with that, it's the only stability that seems to have my back. The only loyalty I think I will ever have.
No consolation from someone
No consolation from someone like me, breath is to truth, as the salt is to sea.
Truth will l be told in one way or another, but don't heed these words, as I am no augur.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
lovely
lovely