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Why,In Write
When lines;those that have twisted my fate;yell's like a child screeming in tantram longing for his milk.
I grab my black hicking stick and run,run towards a vent, a place, all white with fainted blue green lines lieing before my site in Aww.
I jot lines,lines of those lost in my mind thro the ages; Painting an image, of hell, love, lust, fire,"with it's flames,"and all ever wished,even those never imagined.
For you my most graciouse of one's with open ears, longing,ready to here and spread a story in write," I run to you one more time."
Why In Write
UncleSlam Allrights reserved
I grab my black hicking stick and run,run towards a vent, a place, all white with fainted blue green lines lieing before my site in Aww.
I jot lines,lines of those lost in my mind thro the ages; Painting an image, of hell, love, lust, fire,"with it's flames,"and all ever wished,even those never imagined.
For you my most graciouse of one's with open ears, longing,ready to here and spread a story in write," I run to you one more time."
Why In Write
UncleSlam Allrights reserved
Published 20th Feb 2019
Author's Note
Sat and though of all the reasons I go into write leaving the world behind at times!
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