last night my little flashlight caught the world •
ablaze with diamonds, but now all is gold
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A Sunday like this || all ordinary •
the age of revolution || upon us Continue reading →
Words strung one to one like cars commuting, •
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Others, smelling the warm, moist nights recall •
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but then if you can’t recall if that is •
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Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.
