Despite the sadness, life is still a beautiful struggle. Continue living. Nevermind the ramps. We are all perfectly imperfect. We are all wounded healers of each other. 65 more words
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October rings, pealing from lampposts and spokes
exposing the duck taped edifice
and withered conclusions.
The drunks have settled the steps,
jawing through amber, bemoaning 47 more words