Your ego will keep you young. Doing gymnastics off the nooses swung. For keepsake the lowest rung. The highest one done where it all begun. You are stronger than the father you never met. You won't have to recognize someone disguised as the dead. The thought and the emotion do not connect with the uncanny valley of spiritual sweat. Whatever works in my little world vs the horde. I rub against the paint of something lost. The conquering list can be uncrossed. Let it go.
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Author:
Jose Antonio Saucedo (Pseudonym) (
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