Broken in circles,
this
spiral
down.
A remnant,
a relic,
valid.
A black mass,
in vacuums,
incision.
Specimens,
cultured.
Future calling,
sleep,
docile now,
humble.
Humanity.
The expectancy of life.
This pregnancy of hope.
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Author:
Yorke (
Offline) - Published: November 21st, 2016 17:39
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Comments2
These are my thoughts, hijacked, I always prefer to write a feeling rather than a subject.
I thank you for your reply and for asking the question.
Would it be better if you knew the exact subject matter ?
Great write
Thank you
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