October 8, 2017
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Fidgeting Aims
Yet, I rise with the sun on my back. It wobble; it wiggle But, nonetheless, I remain on my track “This one, I shall sack!” in my manifesto, But I don’t know. Our purest goals are lingered with hints of skepticism I’m sure that I know. This road burns, unbelievably Hope diminishes, as progression proceeds.… Continue reading