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This Once Was Your Home

I was walking down a path when I began running, not sure where to, just running. Feeling the wind on my face, the exhilaration of speed. 433 more words

Journeys

Notes on a Metamorphosis

Cosmic chrysalis,
Entity entombed,
Dreaming of humanity,
Asleep until exhumed.

Drunk with possibility,
Aging like good wine,
Just like Orson Wells,
No drink until its time. 72 more words

Poetry