Freedom

An Artistic HemorrhageThe Glistening bark called for me, Like a vegetational siren the birch Teemed with synchronized branches moving in a contemporary dance; To caress its sullen layers meant to Treasure the grace of the collective soot, To climb its frame meant for an ant to Circumnaviagate the poles of an unknown world; But for a human, merely stretch the muscles and pigmented Tips of our blissful toesAn Artistic Hemorrhage
The spontaneous directional branches proved
A challenging maneavur for the manafactured chinese footwear, For such a gift of exploration was not well deserved; Instead a more direct c


A Good Old FriendIt has seen the sun climb pillars of clouds, and dive through a darkening abyssA Good Old Friend
It has seen the moon's beam shine down on its arms, and its abandonment on a lonely night
It has seen the joy of childhood breathe into its arms, and the blades of a man's lust pierce its skin,
It has seen illustrious venture, and industrial turmoil
It has seen cold subside to joyous fertility, and sheer luminosity kindle an anticipated renewal
It has heard an old man tell stories of his legacy, and a young woman tell stories of her intimacy
It has hea
What will you do?
What will you do?
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do you Sphongle?
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HELLO!
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"What is it that you do?
You gotta get back up yourself.
We know so much,
So much we do"
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