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The Cultivation
The smell of success,
O
How we played
Through
The pain, blood red
In the mind’s
Eye, gone awry -
Somehow maintaining
Hold
Of the vision,
A
Decision
To hold together, heroic -
To never repent
To
Never forget,
The dreams dreamed in a dream
Across
The
Stream
Of space and time, gone awry.
Published 9th Jul 2022
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9th Jul 2022 1:45pm
9th Jul 2022 1:59pm
Thank you Me Lady...
I really appreciate that...
(You know... Yesterday... I think it was...
I wrote something sort of reflecting on
how grateful I am to be read by you...
Of course... It could not be expressed
in just one piece... I could write about for...
Well... I just... It is such a treasure to be
able to talk to you...)
I really appreciate that...
(You know... Yesterday... I think it was...
I wrote something sort of reflecting on
how grateful I am to be read by you...
Of course... It could not be expressed
in just one piece... I could write about for...
Well... I just... It is such a treasure to be
able to talk to you...)
