creativeliterature
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A Cry with No Home
most nights the corner’s the samethe smell is the poignant reasonwhy they walk fast with that facewhy i’m a parasite in their path. success is when preparation meets opportunityor when luck shines upon the harvestor when you know who’s in powerso you didn’t have to pass the test…but i don’t know.there just hasn’t been much… Continue reading
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if i die in my sleep
my mother struggles for the care of her communitydrop outs on broadcast with a curriculum in their mouth,the avenues always studying.so why the education that you offer? which level of this cycle begs the most for attention?my brother strives to open our eyespresenting to a collection of disguisehe’s the example, avenue. a Promisebut our stomachs… Continue reading
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All the Time
If i had all the time in the world, i still wouldn’t complete my responsibilities i’d become a monk; i’d be a preacher of an earthly lifeto value caring for one’s selfto distance from the need of currencyto reject the necessity for labor i’d drench myself in the pleasures of the world.If i had all… Continue reading
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A Friend Named Patience
Patience is a strange thingyou have to wait.Cause Patience, is a strange thing Patience is a strange thingyou remain and, → you remain and, → you remain andyou wait. As the world goes by;possibilities troll away;chances drift at bay;what should be, becomeswhat would be, turns towhat could be but you never know. Patience is a… Continue reading