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The clouds are blissful. They show a silver lining. Life travels forward.
"to hell with it!" a bad idea it screams! they gather around to watch the show of freaks and tearing seams to which the moon smiles smiling crookedly with amber beams (hey! look! it's a blood moon!)
Awaken! A new day has arrived, And as new scenes arise To the forefront of my mind, I run deep with them Into the wild of my thoughts. Not thoughts alone, though, But rather places and things.
I Write to express freedom, freedom is what makes me american, Though i have no awards or grammys, nor am i a veteran. Writing is an escape to a place where i cannot be judged,
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