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A short story about a Moralist named Joe.

Does the past really matter?

A sunny afternoon under a clear blue sky I set on the grass drinking some chai As I lay in the meadow a shepperd walked by his flock of white ..

Opened up the dictionary and pointed at the word Need.

One final night before I have to go I don't want to fight lets take it slow Lets make love in front of the fire when I look above I see your ..

They say home is where the heart is but I was never really sure just where inside my hollow chest could I find a thing so pure The notion, t..

Not (only) about religion

A duet (or as I like to call it, a collaboration with myself.. :)

Too much feeling can get in the way

A loss doesn't get any easier, but there's always hope