Callum
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A Memory is Food for the FlameA Poem by CallumWhat good does remembering the follies of the path do us? Nothing beyond reminding us of our imperfections or of lessons we might remind ourselves are.. |
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The WormsA Poem by Callum"...if given a knife and a hand in which to hold it, the mind would eventually eat itself. Not because it wanted to; because it did not want to.&rdquo.. |
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Of Knights and FaresA Story by CallumFantasy and reality, youth and adulthood. Some are born to come of age, others have coming of age thrust into them. |