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The sands of time, are endlessly deep and eternally w… a void lost of mind, to all thought, of life ending lig… shifting forever over all,
Beginning through the strife withi… loosening universal turmoil causin… starting untold acts of death and… that cast all human beings out upo… Caused by the passing on of bitter…
Day’s hours pass to weeks, months,… converting sense, from truths to i… wickedness fains as evil yeas, widespread life spoils, death’s st… established thought succumbs to fe…
It, is breath taking, terrible and miserable; I helplessly witnessed, the greatest eagle, with opened cl… upholding, the laws of heaven,
The wounds of youth, remember them… scratch or cut, word or thought, s… flesh and or mind resilient, to th… each sigh, each confessors moan, s… Deep within the longing mind, in s…
Courage shouted out And I, did not hear clearly Humanity dies!
Silence, shears these flushed and… where life’s divide descends, thro… voiced concerns, hold no mere mort… words hang below, the gasp from mi… often, one’s jest reverts to hatre…
Sunsets glow here in Al-Iraq, it casts an orange beige; fiery though its blister stare, the horizon is still a dusty greig… visual spectres shun its light,
Crooked stop signs, Flies and left fisted lies; Buttered, yellowed, belied; spokes… Books, bricks, binoculars, and bri… A binder, a mobile pedestal, duel…
Subtlety’s speaking, cradles inten… claver’s murmurings, missives’ def… honesty addled, stillness rejects sensitive Confiteor so kind; brutally, irksome squabbling pract…
with that it comes, what lies beneath it; beauty or horror, it captivates me; crawls and creeps through me,
Casual is the wordy theory a query into theory really? Casual Paradox; or is this Casual… Do most physicists practice on thi… paradox; or is this practice reall…
Known secrets grid young body bare… self’s state pixilated; taught wisely ways of wile, subtle schooling’s antedated; tricked through yearning’s eyes,
Fresh thoughts lost… moments alone listening... two spirits move forward; but, one slips between the shadows
Anyone can write… and drown in their self-delusions; from persons into personifications lists of passions, glorify self’s… down those lists,
