The stone in the road, sharp-edged, scraping the soles, is it burden, or a shift in the wind? A scream might rise, teeth bared against…
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Leave a Commentall have gone far and wide there, a fair distance away where no eye spy nor stray only hindsight dare confide even sproutlings coy in…
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Leave a CommentTemper tantrums, enduring karma craziness in the air some brought before accountability as transparency reveals the hidden. Abusers or people and the system are finally…
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