Thursday, October 19, 2017

Morning Every time the pin is pulled The grenade becomes an apple the pin the stalk. I am blown back on course. +- If I wake I try to see as clear as those who take the morning light in doses that appear to be excessive. My inner force is never primed but ready to leave everything behind as... Sign in to see full entry.

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