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You thought you knew better:An anxious farm-kid, concealingYour morose thoughts withTepid extroversion. That fell Threw in a hurry, as you leapedBeyon..
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Old man, drunk, by the sea. He was where it’s at.Now an anachronism,Ringing its historical toll;A bull, silent, waiting to fight,Looking out of ..
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If life is a choice between Nothing - death - and the Absurd - life -The Absurd follows with its own struggles.Just as life, the absurd must be picked..
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Dark mahogany wood slats, all carved perfectly upward. “Hand made from Thailand" right next to the [$19.95].Chosen fruit carefully selected, dow..
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I'm no saint. I have an iPhone too. Just trying to understand how to use it moderately.
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In the freedom of our lives, we find paralyzing choice.Ultimately, we build something from nothing;No set plans or agenda, just outside forces seeming..
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Eyes, open. The hand Stacked beforeI even knew the rules.“Play anyways. This is The way it will be. ForeverAnd ever.” Onward, learning. Th..
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Forced, to the city I stumbled;Economic desire fuelling my travels.Out of gas, so it seems; yearning,For the insatiable silence of home.Too many are t..
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