my musings
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The strong silent man
The strong silent man, Silent and strong Strong and silent carrying life’s burden, on his massive…
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the phantom lover
Like falling for a phantom spirit, whose form has no substance,with an invisible smile you can…
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the bubble that is me
our lives are just like bubbles, blown into being, our Maker like that kid with the…
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” …on a sailboat, surrounded by sea with no land in sight, without even the possibility…
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Of conspiring phones
As I feel more and more alone, my phone confidently connects with everyone. As I feel…
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the patient tick
….. like that tick in the tree, for which life has nothing better to offer than…
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musings of insomniacs
I am from my comfortable duvet and climbing out of my bed, I am from my…
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i’m a ragged notebook paper torn from its spiral,with meaningless ink doodles tatooed on my page,careless…
Becoming The Muse 