We don't write words. We don't paint words. We eat words. Writers, Poets, the Reader, the Inquisitive. The more hungry, the more words eaten. What evolves is the lesson emanating from what is regurgitated. Too full up. After all is said ... and done...do words mean a jot? When the other chapter opens, and the old closes. Sense kicks in.
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We don't write words. We don't paint words. We eat words. Writers, Poets, the Reader, the Inquisitive. The more hungry, the more words eaten. What evolves is the lesson emanating from what is regurgitated. Too full up. After all is said ... and done...do words mean a jot? When the other chapter opens, and the old closes. Sense kicks in.
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Before bravery kicks in, tremendous fear has already shattered man
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"Grief does not sneak up. It grabs us, shoves us down, smashes our face in, and kicks our shins."
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Monday-Blues, Tuesday-I wanna change the world, Wednesday-Hopes, Thursday- Introspection kicks in, Fr'y'day
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