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The Golden Thread of timeIs hidden quietly awayOn worn-out library shelves. The identification of dreamsIs hidden away tooBehind receipts of purchased purpose. Is it believable to love this world? Now we can fax our soulsThey have area codesBased on the worth of our life. How much peace of mindCan you find within the strife Within…
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“How did you become friends?” “We met in kindergarten, awaiting our parents to take us home for the day. I saw she needed more crayons to color with, so I offered mine to her. We arbitrarily decided right then that we’re sisters.” “And it’s now thirty years later, how did you maintain that level of…
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Finding your place in Hell Earth’s rat race is like lighting a wet match,the catch is you must dry out all passion discard it then as fashionthen begin to take in the fact you’ve made a pact with the Devil. He got the seams to your dreams and left you with…
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I wish to share with you pieces that are either too long to post on social media, too explicit, subversive, or otherwise. It also serves as a place to collect posts so if they become buried you can find them again. Anyway, as always, I hope this finds you all well. Take care of each…
Poetry With Hart 