As a laugh or as weeping;
As a soft cry, or numb revelation.
We’re all quite sick.
Presumptuous I claim
My bald thoughts.
What courses through me, then,
A lost page?
A lost page.
Artist, the occupation:
To leak onto a page.
Showing Up for Racial Justice
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Comprehending The Enigma Of Our Destiny In Time
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pleasant dreams or none at all
I am a beliver, or at least I want to be one
"Everyone Is An Estate Sale Waiting To Happen..."
Writers are solitary creatures. What happens when two writers fall in love and decide to share everything with each other?
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